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one drunken night
Contributed by
poeticjestix
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Saturday, 28th May 2011 @ 05:09:42 PM in AEST
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He sits on the dance floor step
a drunken wreck
hardly seen
as if in a dream
the music booms, the lights ignite
a magic spell on those who dwell
apart from he..
His beer, placed precariously
under the banister. The froth settled
does he have the mettle
to continue this lonely soak?
of course,
he's that type of bloke.
He stands out like a drunken dad
amongst the lads
perversion is not his intent
though there's plenty of skirt,
too old to flirt
finger nails full of dirt
he sits, in a place he once sat before
it's no chore.
Alone. Where they met.
Another time, another day,
a day he can't forget
he needs to let go
for the answer is no
he can't turn back time
he just sits in the grime
but all is different
there's no smoke
in which to choke
and the music's (not very good in a brown sticky way -one word)
the young look down on him
what's he doing here?
At least that's his hidden fear
of their thought's
no response of note
he acts like he doesn't really care
a fight? It would seem right
but he slips into the night
He leaves, avoiding taxi's
he needs to walk
and talk
to himself.
He deliberately walks through an area of intent
where crime occurs as a matter of course
two men race through the multi-storey car park
they are both frantic, one half naked, anger tangible, stark
so he says something...
one of the strangers approaches him
will there be a fight? Is it a sin
the assailant's companion pushes and defuses
the assailant diverted at speed, like a pool ball
both go on towards a greater row
so, he carries on walking
and talking, to himself.
feigning stealth. Like drunken people do
when they are so drunk, not full of cheer
thinking nothing is really there, or here
and nobody can see them
yeah right!
So he takes a right
there's a right carry on at this terraced street
the two white boys have picked a fight with a black resident
curtains twitch, then all come out, thinking racism the cause.
Maybe it usually is, but not this time
for they know his name and they are angry
bottles whizz down the street from a recycle bin
all hell breaks loose. One whizzes past his chin
he laughs
He enjoys the drama, living a moment as a war correspondent
he tells everybody exactly what is happening-
Badly, and is told where to go, and how to get there.
he moves on, describing the cursing and swearing.
On to the approach to Avenham park
dark, very very dark
but here, he can talk to god
so on he plods
he meets the bridge over the river, it is lit
the sound of water, tranquil
he marches. Typical Brit
where angels fear to tread
but along the tree lined avenue
the old tram road
he can talk to god.
And he does
he looks at the stars, between the trees
which are rustling politely in the breeze
and he questions. Then falls over a broken branch
the answer hits him on the head
or is it gravity instead?
Anyway. He gets up
all repeated a few times
and eventually he decides
god doesn't exist
or, maybe he's just ***** (word for drunk, get the jist?)
either way, he knows everything
because right now, it all makes sense
he rips into a barb wire fence
anyway, one or two fabric tears later
he floats home
finds his key
eventually
then he leads it on a dance around the keyhole
until it catches in a stall
then a turn. Then in
mirror confirms,
marks on chin
he gets undressed, somewhere
then gets into bed
nuff said
next morning his darling asks
“ Good night, Last Night?”
“yeah. All right”.
“Can't remember much!”.
Copyright ©
poeticjestix
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2011-05-28 17:09:42] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: one drunken night
(User Rating: 1 ) by UNORTHODOX on
Sunday, 29th May 2011 @ 07:08:08 AM AEST (User
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You do have a special something which keeps the reader's attention I truely enjoyed this short,it is full of humor and situations in Which many can relate your writting style is worth the time it takes to read nicely done
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Re: one drunken night
(User Rating: 1 ) by euphoema on
Wednesday, 1st June 2011 @ 09:16:04 AM AEST (User
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nice and desriptive. reminds me of a few drunk nights ive had. lol..good one! |
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