Cigarettes and Whiskey

Cigarettes and Whiskey

A Poem by Elizabeth

Cold and broken like the dead poet’s Hallelujah
a ledge I navigate
with precarious
 indecision

a funeral march that promises a cold and comforting grave

Love letters that are yellowed and torn

words and moments
that never were

echoing

in empty hallways

but tonight
the corner of a bar

cigarettes
whiskey

and stranger’s smile

ignite hope
again

© 2012 Elizabeth


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You are channeling Cohen and Bukowski here. F*****g brilliant and, yes, you caught my attention with the title, being two of my favorite subjects.

Posted 12 Years Ago


How we find sanity in empty companionship. Been there with the whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and a fake smile to get the attention of the just as lonely young woman at the other end of the bar. I use to wonder if it was my charm or the fact they were just as lonely as I was.

Regards,

Matthew

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is fasinating. I like how you relate the words 'cold' and 'comforting' , because they usually do not belong together. Good job=)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Heh. And you thought _my_ poem needed to be read with a cigarette and some whiskey.

The idea that indecision can be precarious troubles me. I don't like deciding things. I have, however, decided that I do like this poem. I really do admire what you manage to accomplish with so few words.

Posted 12 Years Ago


An ending that gives us a glimmer of maybe we can find someting better. Good poem my friend.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I dig your style. A rebirth from the past, and you pen it so beautifully. Awesome!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Amazing. So well written. I loved the first line so much.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I knew many good corner where whiskey and cigarettes allow the pain to be forgotten for a time. The poem started strong and got better with each line. A very good ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


really beautiful stream of concious
i like the way the fourth line differs from the first three

things that never were - is a fascinating subject, written so well here

and th e human ending. this is a truly remarkable poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


i like the impressionistic character of this - it's a much longer story and you picked the perfect words for it.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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