a friend told me
it was highly recommended
but then maybe everything is?
i met friends for drinks during the day
i read poetry on the bus
and the combination of this
and seeing a fistfight in the middle of the road
pure exuberance
mr. toad at the wheel
i looked up penguin's top one-hundred novels ever
chocolate beer crafted in berkshire
and reading one after another intoxicated
i will rearrange penguin's list
depending on how far i get lost in them
sitting at the kitchen table - tanked.
A truckful of drunks
half-skunked boozers
gun racks in the back
unlucky losers
pulled up to the pumps
for a gallon or two
only high octane
tanked would do
then one had a bad itch
he started to scratch
wanted a smoke
and when he lit a match
the explosion was heard
three miles away
to arrive alive
do what they say
'Don't drink and drive'
and yes it's true
it could ruin your day
smoking is bad for you
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.
decidedly despicable dastardly diabolical Dan
doing dismal, dour, demeaning deeds to frantic Fran
Forever frenzied fickle Felicity found her man.
Morose monochromatic Mel molding Typan.
Trixie totally tanked telephoning Tim’s tan.
Smart smidgets sensed silliness by name of Nan.
Nefarious, neatnik Nan ended up with diabolical Dan.
Why are my searches drawing blank
I just searched for Constance La France
It simply tanked ' Is cancellation afoot?
Are there gremlins in 'the soup' its moot'
So many time in months of thrice
I've sought out my peers yet (no dice)
Michael Tor I can't find your door
Andrea Deitrich pangi Bill Baker and more
To top the lot my contest launched
I couldent find it? Friends so staunch.'
Inflation rages
Outdoing wages
Stock Market tanked
Stench from DC stank
Fed increases spending
High interest on homes, impending
The answer in November comes
Do not re-elect the same bums
9/29/2022
[ with a hint of the bridge from A Man Has Dreams
sung by the character George Banks in Mary Poppins ]
A bank is a community where people banked
They did so with impunity until it tanked
When interest, like a river, overflowed its banks
And fishes, schooled communally, all died and stank.
For Kamala, online communities give thanks.
Her oratory gaffs, a laugh while they make bank.
The little sh*ts get lots of hits; her ratings tank.
Cuz twitter’s a community where witters wank.
Hopped a rattler out of Akron.
Rode the high end all the way.
On the Erie-Lackawanna,
Made North Jersey by next day.
Between a bottle and a biscuit,
And that’s all I’m gonna say.
‘Twas a rude accommodation.
No Angelina on my arm.
Stumbled in Towaco Station,
A-number-1, no false alarm.
I raided Harrigan’s at midnight.
Came to find my lucky charm.
Jacked a barstool with a seatbelt.
Took that baby for a spin.
Tanked a beaker full of vino,
Ran some red light sure as sin.
I traced the towpath to a piss pot;
Couldn’t keep from falling in.
Old Black Joe and Camptown Races
Waged a juke box culture war.
Jumped a willing breakneck filly,
Spilled her potluck on the floor.
I played her pussy foot to cat’s paw,
Then I danced right out the door.
Fleeced a rummage sale in Boonton;
Empty pockets, long-term loan.
Found a brown old five cent nickel,
And a plastic pocket comb.
Ain’t no sweet back, blue-eyed beefer.
New Hobohemia’s my home.
I stuffed my pockets full of California minutes,
Set out from Bakersfield before the break of day.
Checked out a waitress at a coffee shop in Needles
Then blew through Flagstaff on my way to Santa Fe.
Cut loose and rootless, making random left-hand turns
Straight razor whiskey, gotta love the way it burns
Pulled up at Pueblo for my ration of tequila
Long after hours in the Garden of Repose.
I paid my lady love a call in Carson City,
Got tanked in Reno with a Sacramento rose.
Street lamps and neon on a warm midsummer’s night
Drawn toward the tunnel at the end of so much light
Broke bread in Stockton with a Guatemalan dancer.
Shook down a flop house called The Shady Rest Motel.
Laid low in Fresno for the balance of my paycheck,
Got back to Bakersfield in time to raise some hell.
I’m gonna ramble till the swallows leave for Egypt.
Gonna ramble till the Happy Prince goes blind.
I’m gonna ramble till I’ve gathered up my troubles.
Gonna ramble till I’ve left ‘em all behind.
Might put my suitcase under the bed,
But I always leave it packed for later.
We danced and howled with
with laughter through confetti!
Blew horns and kissed aplenty
Because~The New Year was here!
With joy and gladness,we threw
off last year's sadness!
Champagne we drank, yes some
overly tanked.
Because ~ The New Year was here.
Each day, of this year, gives us all a new start.
Tis really boneheaded, to even
consider only one day to celebrate?
An idea from which to depart!
Get a monocle, if you cannot conceive.....
That each day is miracle, but you must believe!
12-31-2020
7:30am PST
Too many Mai Tais, zany Matilda, drank!
Whoops, she hit the sea-wall and arrested for
being tanked!
A big flirt was she, and the Officer fell.
Now a huge wedding is planned, do tell!
12/2/2020
i hardly recognize the brand new you
the fog has changed me and left my canvas monotonous
you remind me of the day we first met
i was a streetlight transient sneezing out prayers
you were the apple of everybody's everything
i saw you as a crutch when i should have been thanking the Lord
you picked me up, dusted me off, and encouraged me that i could and i would
i remember the hard drop in my stomach when you opened that door ten years later
i remember the wind of change turning into a stubborn storm
the next day has been the rest of my life ever since
you hardly acknowledge little old me
i tanked, so yes i do deserve it
now i'm outranked, and of course you are most beautiful when you preserve it
all i can do now say whisper Congratulations! to you internally
my self made prison is relentless and devoid of mercy
i am a carpenter who flunked out due to massive tin and aluminum damage
Her daughter did pour, and then more, of wine.
The goblet was tall and she filled it fine.
The glass sort of tipsy —
Well-tanked was the gypsy.
A cop cut her off when she crossed the line.
12/26/2018
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
A boy of 10 I only fished,
to bring one home for mother`s dish.
Became a man with drink and wished,
that getting tanked would catch me fish.
the raging oceans!
dolphins surfing white horses!
mermaids inviting!
dawns red coloured clouds, warnings!
ignore the siren singing!
…
autumnal storms blow!
leaves, yellow, orange, red, bronze.
natures confetti!
woodland colour, revealing!
jostling, rustling, dancing leaves.
…
storm, weather, brainstorm,
multicolour, black or white.
cleared the air. think-tanked,
both holding the future plans!
man invents, nature creates!
…
love torn, a storm breaks hearts!
a tiff, a spat, kiss, makeup,
loves cruel hurt games.
compromise. trust each other.
46 years, heartfelt advice to all
…
we've got a storm to brave,
the futures causing worry!
feared colour blood red!
imagination, strife, rife,
an alarm rings, nightmares again!
………………..
© Mick E Talbot 2017
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