The glass built condensation
That dripped down into corrosive wood
Seeping into the thirsty cracks
Fingers tapped lightly, alone
Your beer sat next to me
The dark brews condensation had slowed
Small air pockets that traveled in large numbers
Started to dwindle
Your friends had beckoned you away
They were here before me, they take precedence
They mixed you double shots and strong feelings
Their accusing fingers pointed at me
Why would I want to take you from this glamorous life?
With binges and cocaine to fill empty spaces
The bar crowded, filled with vacant bodies
I am the threat to the misery that loves company
I never said you couldn't come to this place
But from the booze and convincing words
From half-hearted pub playmates create haze
You fall down the rabbit hole, blames on me
I watch you and your herd file
Into the dimly lit bathroom
I pulled a wrinkled twenty from my pocket
And slapped it on the damp surface of the bar
They had broken you down ingenuously
But you had issued the final blow
I hoped you would remember that line
That seduced its way into your nose
It would be the only thing keeping you warm tonight...
Author notes
Task 1
A contest entry
- Rounds Contest [Dune Buggy] Round Two by Naridill.
1000 points, ended October 18, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow! Not sure the reaction - this was powerful and honestly, so far, the best inspiration some one has drawn from one of my prompts. I loved how you took the prompt and ran with it, didn't stay consumed with the outer of the prompt and what it offered.


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This is GREAT! I love your line, "I am the threat to the misery that loves company." is amazing, and your title is most fitting! The "threat to the group!" I love it!!!




