Neon’s radioactive glow in a window,
offers the cheap promise of pleasure.
Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent,
It flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome”
It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boulevards,
it warms like moonlight on cold unfriendly nights,
It signals cool, ready fun in the summertime.
We dress our vices in silky, pastel colors,
gamblers choices of Disney flavored whiskies.
It’s the soft, velvet glove that hides brass knuckles,
oh, you’ll feel those bruises in the morning.
The world’s a dark alleyway with an electric blush,
whose color flatters the lonely, desperate,
and makes sin look like something you could fall for.
Neon is perfume for the optical senses.
In that light, everything seems possible.
Isn’t that girl smiling at you? You see,
beauty is easier to trust than the truth.
Neon imperviously reflects off regrets,
and glitters brightest on broken dreams.
Of course daylight is harsh, but honest.
Didn’t we come in here to escape it?
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Songs for this:
The Ballad of Mac the Knife by Sting & Dominic Muldowney
Any Old Thing by Swing Republic
Categories:
whiskies, color, emotions, fantasy, fun,
Form: Free verse
The warning
The sparrows are flying frantically about something
is going on in their world
should I take it as a warning a tsunami is on its way
to the coast or an earthquake.
Animals sense things we have forgotten or think we have.
When roses chaff in a vase, it could be the end of love
or the woman in the room is angry with her lover.
It could also be the beginning of the end of the world
as we walk around knowing nothing
Except, a certain feeling of foreboding dismissed as ire
too many whiskies the night before.
Then, when the sky falls down to earth in lovers embrace
Their union is our extermination.
Categories:
whiskies, absence, abuse, bird, earth
Form: Blank verse
Our guilt
It was the longest street in the world each side
had shops selling salami and cheese, mind each
product changed the name as to attract customers,
only the street was empty there is only a certain
numbers of salami and cheese needed.
No cars on the road just a few starving dogs I took
off one of my jumpers, it been a cold morning,
and they fought amongst themselves until death.
In some shops, there were cheese parties for mice
I was not invited and continued walking this street
must end somewhere I didn`t know where not that
I cared I could walk the rest of the road tomorrow.
My sister had a hotel I took in there during dinner
she said I had not been generous to my mother this
upset me, so I had several whiskies for the pain she
had caused me, but I ate the food before leaving.
The truth was too upsetting if you do as your mother’
wants you to will get nowhere. In a flower shop, I saw
a big rat killing a kitten and there was nothing I could
do than living with the guilt of having been a bad son
Categories:
whiskies, april, autumn, basketball, best
Form: Blank verse
The chara’ left the pub at seven thirty
The lads were there on time, and full of cheer
We heads off for the seaside, on our beano
Me mates and me and loads of lovely beer
As soon as we starts moving we starts drinking
A couple, just to help to calm us down
Pretty soon, I’ve had a half a dozen
And that’s before the bus gets out of town
Half way there we stops off for our breakfast
A fry up’s what you need to set you right
I sits down and I tucks in to full English
At this rate I won’t last until tonight
Back on board we has a few more bevy’s
Only half an hour to the coast
Then in the pub we drinks a fair few whiskies
Before we all sits down for Sunday roast
We drinks right through until the wee small hours
I never thought I ever would survive
The next time they all go out on a beano
They’ll have to get some other mug to drive
© John W Fenn 10-08-2009
Categories:
whiskies, friendship, funny
Form: Light Verse