Whisky Smiling Back Implicitly Poem by Daniel Richards

Here comes that same old aperitif,
Speeding mind now racing, with a whisky smiling back implicitly
Nodding in agreement to my disparity, spilling fluently one glass or three

Like a broken ship yard my dusty memories sit wasted, untouched
But with a whisky glass, a bottoms up…, they come back to me
A pleasure and a heartache duelling to be again part of me

But its oh so apparent to me each of the duellers are not me nor where they ever
Considered me, so why do I remain serching, for haunting imagery,
What do I do when I want me just like I used to be….

Coke in my hands, open the door….
Im gonna make me love me, I’ll create the new imagery one so daunting
And broaden the gates to all that hate me, but im gonna be somebody, be somebody

Kicking through my mind, I find the key to my sky
Unshackled from the deceivers and now shaking out lies,
Distance is a virtue when your loosing your mind, so I reach to the sky

Now is my time and I know where I stand,
Broken but never had i been a normal man,
I have the key to my sky and a gun my hand
So I reach to sky burst into flight