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LOVE IS A BOTTLE
the flat hum
of nothing
he promised --
days strung
together
bottle to bottle
'til ain't nobody
going to hire the girl
but christ knows
she's got to have
some pleasure, too
him gone,
goddamn loser
and fuckin' kids
want
want
want
and need this
and that
so keep the tipple hid
and nip it
warm and sweet
as baby's kisses,
the day's edge
smooth
as brown glass
of nothing
he promised --
days strung
together
bottle to bottle
'til ain't nobody
going to hire the girl
but christ knows
she's got to have
some pleasure, too
him gone,
goddamn loser
and fuckin' kids
want
want
want
and need this
and that
so keep the tipple hid
and nip it
warm and sweet
as baby's kisses,
the day's edge
smooth
as brown glass
Published 26th Sep 2021
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26th Sep 2021 2:26pm
27th Sep 2021 00:59am
26th Sep 2021 11:05pm
Hey, Jav :)
Your poetry really digs so very deep, imo. It's salt of the earth meets a bit of Bukowski, with a Henry Rollins tinge of attitude chaser.... Basically, it's your own uniquely creative poetic voice that deeply captures my imagination...
Outstanding ink, my friend
All the luck in the comp
🌹 - B
Your poetry really digs so very deep, imo. It's salt of the earth meets a bit of Bukowski, with a Henry Rollins tinge of attitude chaser.... Basically, it's your own uniquely creative poetic voice that deeply captures my imagination...
Outstanding ink, my friend
All the luck in the comp
🌹 - B
27th Sep 2021 1:16am
Blue...that comment made my day.
Thank you so much for reading and for your supportive comments over the months.
So glad you like this one.
Thank you again. Deeply appreciated.
J.
Thank you so much for reading and for your supportive comments over the months.
So glad you like this one.
Thank you again. Deeply appreciated.
J.
27th Sep 2021 4:44am
Dear J,
Wow. Hairs on the back of my neck stood up with the straight shooting hit of this poem. Impressive imagery to convey the loneliness and feelings of despair.
Bravo to you. H🌷
Wow. Hairs on the back of my neck stood up with the straight shooting hit of this poem. Impressive imagery to convey the loneliness and feelings of despair.
Bravo to you. H🌷
27th Sep 2021 2:42pm
Self medicating in response to pain, stress, and disappointment -- a bane to the poor and disenfranchised.
Thanks so much, as always, for reading and commenting, Honoria.
So pleased my poem touched you.
J.
Thanks so much, as always, for reading and commenting, Honoria.
So pleased my poem touched you.
J.
28th Sep 2021 11:29am
[the day's edge
smooth
as brown glass]
... Marvelous.
In this piece you demonstrate the ability to process and smooth out brown glass.
To make beauty from what may not be beautiful at first sight.
Nicely done.
smooth
as brown glass]
... Marvelous.
In this piece you demonstrate the ability to process and smooth out brown glass.
To make beauty from what may not be beautiful at first sight.
Nicely done.
28th Sep 2021 4:54pm
3rd Oct 2021 11:25pm
This piece of amazing ink touches the edges of the human soul. Bravo, J!!!
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
4th Oct 2021 2:03pm
The common man (and woman) copes, often alone.
Thanks so much, Harry, for comment and RL.
Very much appreciated.
Thanks so much, Harry, for comment and RL.
Very much appreciated.
