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Barkeep
Contributed by
butterat_zool
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Tuesday, 24th April 2007 @ 08:56:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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In grand fashion,
I start my day.
My coat hangs coolly from my shoulder
as I step onto the lot,
casting my tall shadow eastward.
I pass out ghostly poisons,
flavored with nectar and artfully tinctured,
adorned with any of many rose and citrus cuts,
and succumb nightly to the popular demand for swill
at the expense of culture,
for escapism as opposed to life.
I cheer, I jest, I console,
and without fail, I grow weary.
I sweep my hand through the room,
brushing stragglers and loonies out the door,
and unmake the supreme mess they leave behind,
resetting all for the next to come.
Beneath the smoky moonlight,
I am a king, a vampire,
a merchant, a hero.
Born against fate into hosting the world,
in the hour when hosts ought to sleep.
Copyright ©
butterat_zool
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2007-04-24 20:56:44]
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Re: Barkeep
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by Dom on
Wednesday, 25th April 2007 @ 01:37:10 AM AEST
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I like the insight this poem gives the reader into the barkeep's life, and their opinions about what they do (to me most artfully presented in the second stanza).
I enjoyed reading this,
Take care,
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Re: Barkeep
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 2nd May 2007 @ 05:33:49 AM AEST
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life at the crossroads of happiness, which both may either lead to happiness or more despair, night now the past, they set off in the seeking of futures, and for the barkeep;just another day at work.... an excellent vividly clear portrait of human nature and existence,
love n' hugs nessa
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