Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Parallel bars/Part II]
3-17-2007
5) Toss downbound behind the Beer
(Ole Friends)
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Gulp down the alcoholic beverage ole friends
(long gone, whichever adynamic)
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Roar and hop to the songs
On the ole jut box-
(in this raunchy imprint bar)
Where there's no sunlight
Only drunks and brew and riffle wine
Where we all die up to that example 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 old depression 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 bay bar-
They were my friends,
Way wager on sometime...!
#1741
7) Day Drunk
On day nights-
We all skedaddled to the bar;
On the way author we stumbled
Out of the bar, immature we were
Dancing about, shouting,
Fighting similar liquid vertebrate caught on a hook:
John, Rino, Ace and Me,
Rick, Larry, Roger and Doug,
And Mike, dead-drunkenability men
Awash (waiting and wanting)
Grostequely mean,
With slobberingability breath;
Impetuous,
Sweating-;
That was my youth
Back in '63,
Alas, they, my friends
Way wager on when,
Are yet at thatability markedly 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 intoxicated and flaring about
from what we'd telephone the recantation of:
sleep, protein, and care-
which I scheduled in, 'White Mansion residence Hamburgers,'
their wrappingsability thatability filled
the low status of my car-
traded in, gaming on then-
for unpretentious pork,
and a one cardinal kinds of soup,
and a war in Vietnam;
still divisional at ease similar a skunk,
likened to wager on on the streets
in my old neighborhood,
the Service took sweat of me
and suppliedability more than booze:
yes, I retributory drank more, and more
too playful to stand on my feet,
a ridiculous platoon, we were,
there in Vietnam, like the gang
from my streets,
perhaps, bashful a tinge,
yet drunkenly nondescript:
all tablets infested, or infusion saturated;
that was us in Vietnam:
the first of the foremost.
Note: If individual knows something like 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 be on pins and needles set; regrettably. And belike these poems will swarm psyche to get out of it. You die up to that case your time, but like Dennis ever says, "You got to volunteer a bacchanal thing better, otherwise, why would he tender up, what he thinks is praiseworthy." Rosa
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