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Watered Down
I watch two ice cubes
chatter together
in my cold glass of boredom,
melting more with every whisper
I leave them there
floating in a small ocean
of expensive tragedy;
at least they have each other.
The air in the room is drunk,
the bread in the cupboard
already toast,
the compost reaks of yesterday,
the crumbs on the carpet are careless,
the door buzzer sounds
obnoxious,
my drink is getting watered
down,
and so am I.
chatter together
in my cold glass of boredom,
melting more with every whisper
I leave them there
floating in a small ocean
of expensive tragedy;
at least they have each other.
The air in the room is drunk,
the bread in the cupboard
already toast,
the compost reaks of yesterday,
the crumbs on the carpet are careless,
the door buzzer sounds
obnoxious,
my drink is getting watered
down,
and so am I.
Published 1st Feb 2015
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1st Feb 2015 2:22am
Beautiful... in honour of your poem I shall put two cubes in my whiskey tonight, thanks for sharing.
Toast
Toast
1st Feb 2015 4:52am
1st Feb 2015 2:34pm
Thank you, Toast. I appreciate the gesture. It's funny that you mention whiskey, because the line originally read "whiskey", but I didn't want to be so specific with the drink choice so I chose "boredom" as a metaphor, seeing as I was bored all weekend and was drinking a 1671 commemorative blend of Captain Morgan's spiced rum :) Thanks to you as well John, as a fan of your work as well, it means a lot, cheers!
