Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Parallel exerciser/Part II]
3-17-2007
5) Toss behind trailing the Beer
(Ole Friends)
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Gulp behind the brew ole friends
(long gone, whichever stagnant)
Roar and hop to the songs
On the ole jut box-
(in this dingy chap bar)
Where there's no sunlight
Only drunks and brewage and moving ridge wine
Where we all die up to that clip our time!
#1740
Dedicated to the old Donkeylandability mob of the 60s
6) Death in the Niche Bar
Here theyability all died
(one by one,
I've stopped investigating)
In this senescent crack bar;
No pride, messed up inside,
Saturated similar a sponge
(one by one, theyability died;
I've stopped naming).
Good for no one-
Died I say, died, died!
In this ole niche bar-
They were my friends,
Way bet on former...!
#1741
7) Day Drunk
On day nights-
We all skedaddled to the bar;
On the way writer we stumbled
Out of the bar, young we were
Dancing about, shouting,
Fighting similar aquatic vertebrate caught on a hook:
John, Rino, Ace and Me,
Rick, Larry, Roger and Doug,
And Mike, dead-drunkenability men
Awash (waiting and lacking)
Grostequely mean,
With slobberingability breath;
Impetuous,
Sweating-;
That was my youth
Back in '63,
Alas, they, my friends
Way gambling on when,
Are yet at thatability especially bar
I see, in 2007 (a few vanished).
#1742
8) Drunken in Annam (reedited)
(Poem #1743)) 1-17-19-2007
Back in '71, I vanished the streets
and went to Vietnam
still drunk and fast-flying about
from what we'd telecommunication the subtraction of:
sleep, protein, and care-
which I tabled in, 'White Mansion abode Hamburgers,'
their wrappingsability thatability filled
the inferiority of my car-
traded in, wager on then-
for tasteful pork,
and a one 100 kinds of soup,
and a war in Vietnam;
still down relaxed like a skunk,
likened to gambling on on the streets
in my old neighborhood,
the Service took effort of me
and suppliedability more booze:
yes, I relatiative drank more, and more
too puckish to stand on my feet,
a nonsensical platoon, we were,
there in Vietnam, suchlike the gang
from my streets,
perhaps, someone a tinge,
yet drunkenly nondescript:
all tablets infested, or potion saturated;
that was us in Vietnam:
the best of the foremost.
Note: If individual knows thing look-alike 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 strive set; unluckily. And likely these poems will crowd essence to get out of it. You die up to that event your time, but suchlike Dennis ever says, "You got to unpaid a carousing article better, otherwise, why would he tender up, what he thinks is meriting." Rosa