The Drunk

I see him on days
As I walk from school
Weighted with books + facts + insecurities
Feet moving to the rhythms in my head
A thousand songs
Illustrating the world in slabs of impressionist paint

And then he is there

Jerky movements invading my mind
Shouted expletives aimed not at the crowd
That shies from this desperate drunk
But at unknown enemies
That he fells with a frantic blow
He topples
Rises
Falls again

The sane wrinkle their noses

And he is gone
Just another madman
Another drunk
Another dreg
Scum, trash, refuse
Suffocating society
Nothing lingers but the stench of his fear
Not alcohol
Nor cloying smoke that haunts my soul
Just whispered warnings to secret friends

Move along
Move along
Scream a thousand songs
There is nothing left to see
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Agustin Avatar
February 3, 2025 at 11:05 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.
A  Avatar
January 20, 2016 at 9:19 PM
Robyn, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**
Breidenthal Avatar
November 9, 2011 at 7:28 PM
good one, man!! :) Keep it brewing! /David/
Creekmore Avatar
November 9, 2011 at 8:41 AM
this is good i like it esp. the literary terms such as in the sixth line
Austin Avatar
November 8, 2011 at 2:30 PM
Good write. The paint even like Jackson Polluck - I hope that's the spelling. Congrats on the selection. daver
Fisher Avatar
November 8, 2011 at 12:52 PM
Many congrats on your featured piece this week, rgds Janette
Brown Avatar
November 8, 2011 at 7:27 AM
Congratulations on your well deserving poem being featured this week Robyn. Love, Carol
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