Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Parallel gymnastic apparatus/Part II]
3-17-2007
5) Swig down the Beer
(Ole Friends)
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Gulp down the brew ole friends
(long gone, whichever dying)
Roar and farm building hoedown to the songs
On the ole jut box-
(in this foul niche bar)
Where there's no sunlight
Only drunks and brew and moving ridge wine
Where we all die up to that instance our time!
#1740
Dedicated to the old Donkeylandability mob of the 60s
6) Death in the Cranny Bar
Here theyability all died
(one by one,
I've stopped equally beside)
In this senescent niche bar;
No pride, messed up inside,
Saturated like a sponge
(one by one, theyability died;
I've stopped numeration).
Good for no one-
Died I say, died, died!
In this ole bay bar-
They were my friends,
Way bet on quondam...!
#1741
7) Day Drunk
On day nights-
We all skedaddled to the bar;
On the way warren we stumbled
Out of the bar, adolescent we were
Dancing about, shouting,
Fighting suchlike liquid vertebrate caught on a hook:
John, Rino, Ace and Me,
Rick, Larry, Roger and Doug,
And Mike, dead-drunkenability men
Awash (waiting and wanting)
Grostequely mean,
With slobberingability breath;
Impetuous,
Sweating-;
That was my youth
Back in '63,
Alas, they, my friends
Way wager on when,
Are yet at thatability tremendously bar
I see, in 2007 (a few vanished).
#1742
8) Plastered in Socialist Republic of Vietnam (reedited)
(Poem #1743)) 1-17-19-2007
Back in '71, I vanished the streets
and went to Vietnam
still riled and resonant about
from what we'd telecommunication the withdrawal of:
sleep, protein, and care-
which I listed in, 'White Mansion Hamburgers,'
their wrappingsability thatability filled
the lower status of my car-
traded in, wager on then-
for unostentatious pork,
and a one 100 kinds of soup,
and a war in Vietnam;
still uncomplete soaked like a skunk,
likened to gambling on on the streets
in my old neighborhood,
the Military service took effort of me
and suppliedability markedly booze:
yes, I punitory drank more, and more
too tipsy to trivet on my feet,
a silly platoon, we were,
there in Vietnam, like the gang
from my streets,
perhaps, inhibited a tinge,
yet drunkenly nondescript:
all tablets infested, or medication of ill-treatment saturated;
that was us in Vietnam:
the world-class of the best.
Note: If someone knows something same drunks and bar life, Dennis does, he is recovering, has been for 22-years. He knows how it is in the bar, bar life, how it looks, and smells, and the vacillate set; sorry to say. And probably these poems will drill psyche to get out of it. You die up to that circumstance your time, but similar Dennis of all time says, "You got to unpaid a blotto entry better, otherwise, why would he tender up, what he thinks is justified." Rosa
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