I need a glass of hard drink to brush the teeth,
A jug of wine to complement a wheat bread,
An alcohol to bath all day long,.....
I'm a vagrant...in my mansion street,
No wife to cook for me,sons and daughters to make me a father cared,
Wardrobe full of dresses,but one has become as tempered silicon to my wrong,
Having an agreement with the bathhouse,"will be here when I'm hungry for its need",
I know I walk straight in focus,
but the picturing of the society throw wars,
I walk on snow with barefoot,
A skeleton in the cupboard,
Family can't handle if mocked,
Crowned best in breaking bonds of secrets,
Situations undercover......I just can't hold unto,
World prospective figure,...gone worst,
Can be a spell,influence or addiction,..will drink till I'm filled,
Freaky wild tongue,counterparts waits for my presence at the wine bar,
Arrayed in the cloth of a whale,
Killing me slow pal,
An elephant impaled,
Advice ain't gonna metamorphose me,....really need to be intervened for,
Let there be a transformation by his mind renewal,
That's what the Lord assure,
Will destroy the container for a mourn,
Change my name,...I'm a new born!
revised from 2014
He looked like an old antique with leathered skin - creased and tan,
His lips trembled as tried to speak - his words were hard to understand-
His eyes were a beautiful blue, but held only his fear,
Nothing around him was clean, and on occasion he shed a tear-
Once he had a good name and and could spend money without a care,
Life had been a challenging game, but now it was just drinks to share-
He wasn't trying to drown sorrows - didn’t have any as it’d been so long,
His life turned into a downward spiral as everything went wrong-
One drink became two, three, then four - always a barroom brawl-
Friends didn’t hang with him anymore, but he didn't give a - - - - at all-
Lost everything that mattered, now jail time didn’t scare him in the least,
Being behind bars when plastered, 3 meals in the slammer were a feast
Drunk with no place to go, he sat by an liquor store street light,
But under the downtown bridge- a hole, is where he slept most every night-
When told by another of his kind, “Go where you won't be alone,”
His broken soul found "Wino Town-" the place he now calls "home"-
A stupid and
futureless wino,
was heavily drunk as
you know.
He fell in a gutter
and shouted "its
better.
This home is the
best for a wino"
Oso the One-eyed Wino
By Gary L Thomas
...has a doubly unique perspective on this
Flat world. The depth that passes as distance
From an objective makes him subject to
Prevarications, half-truths and subtle innuendos
And makes him the lone wolf of the bear-den.
Burdened with this yoke and joke of butts his one
Eye tears more than any other.
Being a-lone visionary and trusting not
The paths that other men may take
He beats a path to the burning bush
To gain the insight of all the ages and
Finds that kisses really are a better fate than wisdom
And a bear's-hug is superior to brilliance of thought...
And beast-sex is better than the honey-laced love of Poets.
~~~~ Wino ? - Why No ! ~~~~
I like a glass of wine, now and then,
While relaxing, feet up, in the den.
I'll quit after one
'Cause spillings no fun
When two often becomes five or ten.
Shallow tracks he left
now most dissipated by winds of time.
"Britches" searches these tracks for good times,
but recalls only those,
which taste of persimmons before first frost.
He represented things a son didn't want in a dad.
"Britches" often wondered about mitigating circumstances,
and while reluctant to indict;
he reasoned why things were as they were,
and how they had gotten that way.
"Britches" father was possessed by the fruit of the vine,
he consumed and was consumed.
What he gave life, life returned tenfold.
Sin in a bottle, had stolen his dad,
leaving him embittered but with great resolve.
"Britches" now clings to hurtful memories of a man
who never met his qualifications of a dad,
just a father.
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