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With drunken care he drives through a dry county.
So thirsty, to keep from cursing God -
He takes to chewing gum;
And swallows his own spit.
An alcoholic who only took one step -
He's admitted he has a problem;
But when he took that step -
He stalled and sat down again.
Another pull from the bottle
Another call from his mother.
Who was never really his mother -
But instead his sponsor.
She asked him once half joking
And all-the-way crying
Why he never listened.
He replied, that she was not his mother.
But, that was how he'd come to think of her.
With drunken care he drives;
Like it's a dry country.
Cursing God, chewing gum,
And thinking of her.
Of all the things that drive a man to drink.
So thirsty, to keep from cursing God -
He takes to chewing gum;
And swallows his own spit.
An alcoholic who only took one step -
He's admitted he has a problem;
But when he took that step -
He stalled and sat down again.
Another pull from the bottle
Another call from his mother.
Who was never really his mother -
But instead his sponsor.
She asked him once half joking
And all-the-way crying
Why he never listened.
He replied, that she was not his mother.
But, that was how he'd come to think of her.
With drunken care he drives;
Like it's a dry country.
Cursing God, chewing gum,
And thinking of her.
Of all the things that drive a man to drink.
Literature
Nexus, Haiku Version
Your chest's tide pulls me, a
gravity spell that whispers
of stars, and moonlit secrets.
Literature
Story Time
Where honey bees blend into sunsets
They sit in a crooked circle
Writing non-love poems
Writing stories
Writing the lives of the living they never knew
As documents or poems or journal entries
Encoded with flavors only the pen knows
And curiously
They pass those words down the line
They read
They think
And pass the papers back, then begin again
With a new dream, speckled with what they know now
Like nascent freckles in the wrinkles of a sun-worn face.
Literature
thalassophile
Silver light upon the sea
Sharp as scales, they slit the
Morning sun open -
Like a yolk it bleeds, ichor
Spilled thoughtlessly;
Smearing the fish belly white
Morning with a splatter of life.
Golden light upon the sea
Warm as palms, they stroke the
Turbulent blue -
Like a cat it purrs, star-chilled waves
Licking shores;
Tabby pelt flecked with shell white
And the gulls sing once more.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactI'll be fairly honest here - the reason why I didn't think it was original was because it reminded me of seventies/eighties united states - that rough riding tradition of "hitting the road" and "finding one's way". And that's not a bad thing.
Quite the contrary, I can relate with that yearning - the sponsor portion was a layer in itself; That he had found in a woman his "mother" wasn't so much a matter of loss or confusion on his part because of his drunkedness as it is a matter of loneliness brought on from not having company that couldn't understand him - that loved him the wrong way.
No surprise, then, that he chewed gum and cursed God.