Richard propped up the bottles
like bowling pins
I had fallen into despair
did this bother him
when Richard left I broke
my throat I bit my tongue
cracked teeth my mouth split my lip
smashed chairs in the bar trashed
poems I was writing
all this breaking was very expensive
there is no Richard but I think it was Richard
who had the idea of pouring libations
because of the stumbling thirst
because our lives are like that
I am writing this to do as right as possible by Richard
think back to the bed look out at the bar
the fragrant medicinal flasks
I don't care to drink anymore because when I drink
it makes me hopeless
Richard, are you going to come back
to the bar where you belong
or just leave me here
here is a flask
I am tired of being metaphysical
our bar is a winter bar
at night we need the dream
of all the objects lined up in a row
CONGRATULATION FOR SELECTING YOU AS MODERN POET OF THE DAY..
A dream perhaps or nightmare were reality and fantasy are mixed, illogically, as dreams are. But the reader feels it and can see it too. Quiet a poem!
A beautifully envisioned great poem with a fantastic flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing it here.
Wow! What a poem! Super expressions! Super skill! A modern poem in every way!
Fantastic expression to expose poetic passion. Beauty sometimes makes all the objects useless. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It makes me hopeless! With the muse of your life. Thanks for sharing.