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A jug of wine
Pack of smokes
And Hector Berlioz on the hi-fi

Oh the vibrations
Broken rhythms
The now in perfect oblivion

Imagination in isolation
Smoke thick enough
To cloud the eyes      to choke

Sips of wine revive
And elicit after a spell
Go to hell!

With this attitude
Words are thrown freely
Carelessly on the paper

Amazing the results
One wonders about the greats
How much stoned poetry?

Dave Austin

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Elaine George

July 23, 2016 at 2:53 PM

Yes! It does make one wonder. lol!!! Great free verse as always Dave. You always paint such a vivid picture. Oh! By the way, thank you for your comments on my poem, 'In the Autumn of my Life'. By for now. Your forever friend, Elaine

Andrea Dietrich

July 22, 2016 at 5:31 PM

Love the conclusion you came to with this one, Daver. Always good to see you posting.

Michelle Mac Donald

July 22, 2016 at 2:31 PM

Sheesh... Maybe Arcane, esoteric, or "three sheets to the wind", very drunk, Daver? Yesterday I tried sending you a painting. Dang, I don't have the right packaging.:( I got help wrapping it. I'd said that sandwiching it between wide cardboard sides would make it too awkward. They know me at the post office cause of my fondness for bubble wrap, now they think I'm a cardboard nut. I will minimize it, It barely fit into the backseat of my car. Hugs, Mikki :)

Daver Austin

July 23, 2016 at 11:07 AM

Is this painting an opus of yours. Would love to see it Would also like to see some new poetry. Love, daver