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The Comfort of a Drunken mind

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The Comfort of a Drunken mind

The Comfort of a Drunken Mind

Lipstick on an empty glass
A Memory of a smile
In my time, don’t you know?
Young girls vied for my attention
Always posing, Heartbreaker to women was I.

God, I will never see her smile again
her voice silent to me
Inside I am a flower without rain
A musician without music
My love waits in a queue,
Full of fools, and whiskey bottles
Ahhh another drink

Yes tomorrow, will be better

 I remember her stare,
Sitting on that chair,
That damn chair.
Drink Darling?
My Blossom of the night,
a smooth talker me.

I broke her dreams
Now Petals on a stormy sea
I remember her scent
Now washed away on the hurricanes breath
Called Whisky.

Ahh another drink, she won’t leave me?
Damn that empty chair
To bed, the morning will bring her back

The bottle sleeps
and the sandman paints his  illusions
Dreams invulnerable to reality.
The glow of dawn, incinerates these imposters
 Fabricated in the monsoon of a drowning brain

 Cornflakes and Barley wine, a man’s breakfast
What now, a snifter I think and another thought?

Love has left this empty chair
Where dreams and happiness dwelt
Where futures were planned
and Where love flowed, intoxicating our lives.
Still, the empty glass remains.
Ahh, another drink, and another illusion to comfort my soul

The bottle is my love now,
And the empty chair, my sentence.
That damned empty chair
Ahh did I tell you,  once I was a heartbreaker?
Come share a drink with me friend?
 

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  1. Date: 12/7/2011 5:05:00 AM

    Steven.....this hit home for me ....incredible write......brought more than a tear to my eye....thank you.

  1. Date: 9/24/2011 4:41:00 PM

    I like this piece. Keep writing!

  1. Date: 9/18/2011 2:55:00 AM

    How true, Generic potions will not cure pain, there are spiritual medicines that work very well for me..Well written Steven. Powerful indeed...God Bless...Taz...

  1. Date: 9/12/2011 1:56:00 AM

    Wow! What an incredibly powerful poem, Steven. Some people think alcohol takes away the pain, but I believe it actually enhances the sense of loss. This poem is worthy of publication and I hope you submit it to a magazine. Awesome, Steven. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 9/11/2011 10:50:00 PM

    A provocative piece that opens the door to retrospection with a melancholy light. Wonderful writing my friend. Thank you also for your comments on my latest post.

  1. Date: 9/11/2011 6:05:00 PM

    Ah Steven, drink is a soothing mistress till you get caught in her clutches. The sorrow in this catches the heart and can only hope for freedom from this tenacious condition. You penned a fascinating verse with all the sad descriptions.

  1. Date: 9/11/2011 4:24:00 PM

    most intense emotion surfaces from your lines steven with much reminiscent thought of a time of luv and laughter.. the bottle is a mask for so many to hide the hurts of life and luv.. an energetic presentation luv..

  1. Date: 9/11/2011 12:27:00 PM

    I really enjoyed this...what a wonderful write

  1. Date: 9/10/2011 9:27:00 PM

    Yea, I'll take you up on that drink. You know, my story sounds a lot like yours. We can commiserate.