Reeling Like The Road

I really like this, Nico!

"Smelling of sulphur
Reeling like the road."

Indeed.

I raise a stove-pipe
corn-holed hat in
a rat-bitten salute
from Oscar and Tom's
gutter to your take
on the life and
how we found it.

I loved your poem; gritty and so true I could taste the cheap booze.

Ewan

'Sip whiskey with the
Angels of remorse'

Lovely phrasing and the repetition of

'Smelling of sulphur
Reeling like the road'

really works. A well deserved cherry. Well done.

Nathan.

very lyrical. I enjoyed immensely.

Thanks for your comments. The poem was inspired by a bar in the town where I live, not much more than a shack by the side of the railroad. I tried to imagine it in a past where hobos still walked the track from Connecticut to New York and the disposessed found solace in liquor and the comfort of strangers.

I like your stove-pipe corn-holed hat Ewan - where does this quote come from (or is it your own)?

It's mine. But now it's yours.

I'll take that with pleasure.

Hi N6

A dip into Random pitched this one up for me.
I liked all of it.
This line though, reminded me of someone I once knew.

"...Here where the jumped-up Let down beauty Fumbles with her purse By the glare of the stars..."