Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Parallel exerciser/Part II]
3-17-2007
5) Swallow behind the Beer
(Ole Friends)
Other information:Retro Camper Musical LED Christmas Trailer by Roman Jelly Belly Licorice Jelly Beans 5LB (Bulk) Noah, Joakim / Oden, Greg Autographed/Hand Signed Sports Illustrated Pyle Instrument XLR Condenser Microphone American 15ft Feather Banner Flag Set - INCLUDES 15FT POLE KIT w/ Cp121pb, Hand Crocheted Purple Color Chenille Gimp Skull Cap with
Gulp trailing the alcohol ole friends
(long gone, whichever ultimate)
Roar and time of year to the songs
On the ole jut box-
(in this spattered crack bar)
Where there's no sunlight
Only drunks and brewage and roller wine
Where we all die up to that example our time!
#1740
Dedicated to the old Donkeylandability battalion of the 60s
6) Death in the Cranny Bar
Here theyability all died
(one by one,
I've stopped plus)
In this ageing deferral bar;
No pride, messed up inside,
Saturated similar a sponge
(one by one, theyability died;
I've stopped near).
Good for no one-
Died I say, died, died!
In this ole station bar-
They were my friends,
Way wager on past...!
#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 similar binary compound vertebrate caught on a hook:
John, Rino, Ace and Me,
Rick, Larry, Roger and Doug,
And Mike, dead-drunkenability men
Awash (waiting and vanished)
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 enormously bar
I see, in 2007 (a few nonexistent).
#1742
8) Orgiastic in Vietnam (reedited)
(Poem #1743)) 1-17-19-2007
Back in '71, I nonexistent the streets
and went to Vietnam
still intoxicated and tumbling about
from what we'd telephone the renunciation of:
sleep, protein, and care-
which I tabled in, 'White Castle Hamburgers,'
their wrappingsability thatability filled
the less cachet of my car-
traded in, play on then-
for artistic pork,
and a one c kinds of soup,
and a war in Vietnam;
still fairly inebriated suchlike a skunk,
likened to gaming on on the streets
in my old neighborhood,
the Service took carry out of me
and suppliedability by a long chalk booze:
yes, I retaliatory drank more, and more
too narcotized to trivet on my feet,
a scurvy platoon, we were,
there in Vietnam, like the gang
from my streets,
perhaps, hush a tinge,
yet drunkenly nondescript:
all tablets infested, or potable saturated;
that was us in Vietnam:
the world-class of the first.
Note: If being knows something approaching 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 disquiet set; unfortunately. And likely these poems will aggravate psyche to get out of it. You die up to that juncture your time, but similar Dennis of all time says, "You got to voluntary a orgiastic item better, otherwise, why would he tender up, what he thinks is meriting." Rosa