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northern town ritual
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Wednesday, 8th June 2011 @ 02:30:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Tickling,trickling, icy cold swallow
can just for a moment fill a heart that's hollow
the moment of truth it repeats and repeats
As gurgling whirling puts me on my seat
all glasses are empty i'm beckoned to follow
left alone briefly, I'm back to a hollow
the next pub is known but some do plan on leaving
outside on the way to the next one i'm heaving
trickles of sick they splash back off the floor
my jeans they are covered. My throat, it is sore
all knowledge and pride it is quickly forgotten
I pad at my jeans even though they are sodden
a northern town ritual well known by most
the next round is mine, i'll catch up. I'm the host
tomorrow, embarrassed. I'll forget the burn
my needs outweigh memory. I'll never learn
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poeticjestix
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2011-06-08 14:30:19] (Date/Time posted on
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