Last Call
Truth abounds when booze backs the ballpoint.
You
Passionately dirty,
You,
Disgustingly poignant.
You walked out on people to walk back into yourself.
Never an apology,
Always an argument,
Sexually charged
Willing to strike twice.
Gone are the days of the brutally honest.
Fear slaughters confidence.
Validation obliterates rejection.
Mickey Mouse erases the ideals of
A birthing nation.
The bombs that go off, now, are literally never literary.
The screams left on the battlefield
Cry out for another Bukowski.
It’s last call at the Black Sparrow
And no one’s listening anymore.
You, don’t have to go
But, you can’t stay here.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
