http://www.flickr.com/photos/strevs/308621626/
No glowering moon to outshine the stars.
It's darker now, on the steps of bars,
where the streetlamps litter their broken glass.
Down in the gutter, this too shall pass.
A bottle in the pocket, I'm a quarter to me:
I'm not blind drunk - it's just hard to see.
Arms round a wheely bin, holding on for love.
I'll get up by daylight, if push comes to shove.
Whistle me a tune from Father Goose,
get down the beach-front - let the demons loose.
A pint of bitterness, a shot of gall
- a drink to be happy - or not be at all.
I've got purple liquids I like to sup.
I'm down, I'm out and I've given up,
What I really want will happen soon,
at least that's what I'll tell the moon.
Footnote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-F3vSrJIUQ&feature=related
Comments
Beeme | August 28, 2009 - 13:39
I really enjoyed this. The poem is great on its own and even better with the picture,the rhyme worked really well.
I especially liked these lines;
'No glowering moon to outshine the stars.
It's darker now, on the steps of bars,'
'I've got purple liquids I like to sup.
I'm down, I'm out and I've given up.'
Beeme xx
threeleafshamrock | August 28, 2009 - 17:25
I think, that from now on, we will see a lot of photos/pics added to pieces on the site. It opens up a whole new dimension and in the case of pieces like lenchenelf's 'Greenwood Kindling', goes together like the proverbial Love & Marriage, with one enhancing the other.
This is another case in point and works really well; jogging the conscience at a higher level than the poem alone.
Nice one, well done.
Chris