A Night Out
Last night I sat amongst the loud, In chambers of mouths and bellow, An establishment to which a droplet of human activity consumed the sacred spirit.
We found a nook and placed our pints upon whiskey soaked tables that held many a night before, before we each held ourselves.
Wave after wave of socialites seeked an infinite moment, venting their years into anyone who would listen,
Screaming labour and love as a band in the corner nourished us with music and movement.
As time fell, the night became a continuation of repetition, golden jars of ale turned to little shots of poison, bladders filling and emptying into urine soaked steel, a troff of stench where peni shadows hung.
Morning would eventually come, the tomorrow I waited for, that never was, and yet I am still here, consuming the last breath of freedom, trying desperately to live out that, which I cannot find.
Finally
Into the open winter we poured, the sting of a December sky had us huddled beneath our shoulders, in ques we congragated, intoxicated with Cocaine nostrils and chatter lips, too tired to look up at the stars.
And for this, I became sick.
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Excellent write, Nine Eleven! A terrific & powerful write, really. B
Thank you Bernadete x
I take it a high time was had by all .. Neville
It was a great night until the cold got me.
Thanks for stopping by Neville, I hope you have a great new year.
Dear Nine Eleven,
Your powerful poem brings back memories of my youth, when a bevy of buddies and I used to pound drinks until the "last call", only to walk out into the early morning and heave ho our guts.
It then became apparent to me, instead of "A Night Out" with my buddies, it was better to have a girl come over, drink some fine wine, put on some romantic music, and have "A Night In And Out" with her.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Fortunately for me, my wife is my best friend, the one who buys me a drink and cures all my sickness.
Likewise for me. We are two very lucky men!
I remember when I was foolishly young and punk in No Future, still I could never drown my hate. So bad that I almost missed out on 37 years with the wife for fear of being right for once (years later, in France, on a market I found a T-shirt "Yes Futur" hand drawn by a bloke who lived in s small village where my mother in law tried to pry her daughter from me. That was my first day of not being shy and yet I dont think she did this on purpose, being so traumatized in her young life that I always forgave her (also for the sake of my wife). Sober I can take life with love, if I drink... Hanx for these lines🍷😱
Cheers John, hope you. Have a fantastic new year
NE... I can only applaud your talent, what a cracking write! I am almost present as I read ... maybe because I've spent many a night similar especially in my youth but this to me is about how even good times fade and feel meaningless... right there when you're in the middle of it because you are suddenly aware that nothing quite does it anymore. Hugs x
Right on the nail Marion, it doesn't do it anymore, it's not required for the evolution of the soul yet here I am, doing it again and again, something needs to change, a change beyond my control, I know it's coming but I just don't know how devastating it's going to be.
X
WOW!!....this is such a beautifully poetic portrait.....a still life of a memory
that so many share and consequently can relate to as near-poetic literature!!
I think all of your comments prove that it is powerful......you're an excellent
wielder of words!!......ALL STARS!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )
Thanks Tony, really appreciate the comment.
This reminds me of the time I was in temple bar Dublin, but the best pubs were always on Dorset street, live music and the craic. 🌹