Keep together 'cause we're going down.
Heavy nights - on the ground.
The black streets
In the falling rain
Only ache by day.
Sharp sounds rebound
An echo - loud and hard!
Sparks fly from dirty concrete
And something hits
The light -
It goes out.
The moon deflates
Spirals from sight,
Stars spin round my head -
Nights wave washes over me
I'm drowning.
Life heaves
And the disembowelment
is refreshing.
The whiskey soaked spirit
Leaves me - hollow -
Showers clean in acid drops,
And returns to reconstitute my knowing,
The world straightens up -
Returning the sense that
I'm only going to kill again.
I was once told
You can't fall off the floor
I'm not so sure
The world is our merry-go-round
Hold on tight guys -
The next round is on me.
Author notes
Skye's op. 3
"The next round is on me"
My experience of being blind drunk!
A contest entry
- Public Options Rounds Contest by JessTheRentyMess.
550 points, ended June 26, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is great
I found this poem to be very profound. You have used wonderful words here and outstanding imagery, Bravo!
Warmly, Chrissy
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lol
i thought this was awsome...i almost fell outta my chair laughing. lol reminds me of when i was a midget lol
very good. good use of grammer and spelling. very good.
-Jess- -
This is a very nice piece of work. Great use of the subject, good grammar. I see many good themes that are sort of hidden - which I think makes a good poem. Good luck!
-Skye
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