Another poem?.. Story? …Bar napkin found in my trousers this morning?
Anyone could tell she partook in the seedier side of society.
He knew she was deaf to preachers, politicians
and the other ambassadors of fear.
He loved that, he needed that
so he moved a little closer
and…….she spoke
“I’ve heard ALL the lies before”
Still… he sat next to her
twirling his finger in an icy glass of vodka
till it had melted a half hour away.
He finished the drink
slammed it deliberately back on the bar
and announced “loneliness is better shared”
Cold but content was his walk home
certain she had forgotten him
before the bar stool he vacated had a chance to cool
and he loved her
for that.
Tagged with: ambassadors • bar stool • fear • half hour • loneliness • politicians • preachers • vodka
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A very good read. Compliments.
great imagery
Wow…yep..WOW!!! Excellent writing. I love how you’ve told this story. I wish I had better words to express how impressed I am with this. Great job!
Some will say it is not a poem, but I know that it is a poem.
Hey,I resemble that!…xxx
yep…WOW
I don’t know much about poetry,but I’m certain it is..but to me it’s a story…and I know that girl…….
It’s undeniably a poem.
Is it a good one? Yep
So you can tell she partook of the seedier side-
Is that a facial expression?
I tried to tell them not to ask you what you did at night, but did they listen?…………NOOOOOO
Oh wow…this is good.
I feel like the bartender watching it unfold…
Holy f*ck! That was great.
Loved it.
"Bar napkin found in my trousers this morning"….. BRILLIANT!
….. are you single?
Horrible.
Right out of Bukowski’s "Barfly" I would think!
Done with precision of that worth.
ma
A non-demanding woman; it’s what Yidiot wants; an aloof woman who refuses to love him, in spite of his obvious charms. I think that means he wants me… BWA ha hah hah hah
All kidding aside, you writ a fine piece up yonder. (skips away, ringlets bouncing merrily)
Did the napkin have her number on it?
<just checkin…>
Did anyone say 10????? Oh it was me! This poem hits home. It is loneliness mixed with alcohol and the stark reality of the drama.
I am impressed for its simplicity and its truth told so well. Thank you.
Don’t change it at all. It is very easily a 10 on 1 to 10 scale with 10 being the highest score.
It gets better as you drink.
Poetic beer goggles, please?
And the other ambassadors of fear.
That was great!
It’s a poem, a good one at that and has great imagery in it.
A stiff one.
I mean, ummm , that’s what I thought
of after reading this. Ummmm….
that or high ball….
And we love you for this!
You just keep getting better
man…….
………that was….
…definitely something!