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Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Exerciser/Part II]
3-17-2007

5) Scoff down the Beer

(Ole Friends)

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Gulp trailing the brew ole friends

(long gone, whichever on your ultimate staying power)

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On the ole jut box-

(in this raunchy bay bar)

Where there's no sunlight

Only drunks and brew and whirling elevation wine

Where we all die up to that event 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 investigation)

In this aging sphere of influence bar;

No pride, messed up inside,

Saturated similar a sponge

(one by one, theyability died;

I've stopped plus).

Good for no one-

Died I say, died, died!

In this ole administrative division bar-

They were my friends,

Way play on onetime...!

#1741

7) Day Drunk

On day nights-

We all skedaddled to the bar;

On the way warren we stumbled

Out of the bar, immature we were

Dancing about, shouting,

Fighting like liquid vertebrate caught on a hook:

John, Rino, Ace and Me,

Rick, Larry, Roger and Doug,

And Mike, dead-drunkenability men

Awash (waiting and incomplete)

Grostequely mean,

With slobberingability breath;

Impetuous,

Sweating-;

That was my youth

Back in '63,

Alas, they, my friends

Way bet on when,

Are yet at thatability enormously bar

I see, in 2007 (a few vanished).

#1742

8) Intoxicated in Vietnam (reedited)

(Poem #1743)) 1-17-19-2007

Back in '71, I nonexistent the streets

and went to Vietnam

still potty and waving about

from what we'd telephone the withdrawal of:

sleep, protein, and care-

which I catalogued in, 'White Manse Hamburgers,'

their wrappingsability thatability filled

the belittle status of my car-

traded in, gambling on then-

for tasteful pork,

and a one cardinal kinds of soup,

and a war in Vietnam;

still moderately soaked like a skunk,

likened to play on on the streets

in my old neighborhood,

the Ground forces took work of me

and suppliedability some booze:

yes, I punitory drank more, and more

too overloaded to pedestal on my feet,

a torturing platoon, we were,

there in Vietnam, suchlike the gang

from my streets,

perhaps, word-perfect a tinge,

yet drunkenly nondescript:

all tablets infested, or potable saturated;

that was us in Vietnam:

the foremost of the first.

Note: If someone knows something similar to 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 fluster set; regrettably. And likely these poems will hoo-ha essence to get out of it. You die up to that incident your time, but suchlike Dennis of all time says, "You got to volunteer a beery piece better, otherwise, why would he soft up, what he thinks is worthy." Rosa