letter

a message.

you,

i wish i could spell out violins and cellos and bass and piano and the dripping voice of a mid-forties hipster into this tear-stained ballad. but the truth is, i'm just playing bad records and getting drunk with the apartment walls that never had true art tattooed on their faces or anywhere that really mattered, because you were never the creative one: the one who could find a sob in a drop of paint or a caress in a pencil stroke. but now that's all shot to s**t, isn't it? because now i'm sitting naked on a flea market rug, drunk with no one to share it with, writing pale letters to whom it may concern, but the "whom" i'm writing to won't open the beer-soaked envelope when it passes out in her mailbox after a rough night. you could say the letter is a metaphor, one for yours truly, but i guess you and i both have had more than a few rough nights lately. i like to think you've been as distraught as i have, or at least i like to hope. but hope hasn't ever gotten me anywhere.

from me

Author's Note

I kinda like this one.

Reviews

[Miss Fox]

You write quite a few drunk poems, and from most people, this would get boring. But you, sir, captivate the reader and create new situations and personalities for the same characteristic. And honestly, the bright splashes of beautiful description are breathtaking. It lets the reader know how incredible this "beer-soaked" person truly is.

[Myra Lochner]

This is a rather delightfully drunk entrance to an inevitable exit. GRIN Loved it.

[Angela H.]

I like it. I look forward to reading more. Is your sober work as effective?

[Emily B]

wow is right! this is wonderful

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

This one doesn't speak to me like some of your other drunk poems. It seems really, really similar to another one that I read recently...different metaphors, same tone. As always, though, it seems very authentic, and the figurative language is excellent.

[Kenneth The Poet]

If I could write this well when I'm sloshed on Rolling Rock, I'd be a damn good writer.

Nice job!

[Canne Mills]

i quite like. real beautiful opening.