Charles Malcolm

Fear - Poem by Charles Malcolm

I don't lash out
when the liquor and the streets
course through my veins
and when there's a whiff
of 18 or 25 year old
in my mustache
and on my fingertips.

Dead flesh in my fridge
Glenfiddich 18 in my fist
and rigid meat beneath the fringe.

I'd lash out
if my will weren't frozen
from these distractions.

punching some guilty prick
or an innocent post
that deserves it less
than I do
or ever did.

Poor kid
they'll rightly say.

He was terrified.

Topic(s) of this poem: alcohol, fear, life, sex

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  • Shakil Ahmed (12/5/2015 7:13:00 AM)

    a well written poem, i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 29, 2015

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