22

22

A Poem by emipoemi

Twenty-two bottles

Aligned on the bar.

Twenty-two mottles

Of dottles and tar.

 

Twenty-two handles

Of dust, rust, and icks.

Twenty-two candles

With mouldering wicks.

 

Twenty-two tables

With rickety chairs.

Twenty-two labels

Of libels and swears-

And a man in a corner

Who voices his cares:

 

Happale! Happale! Happale! Hall!

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall!

Carnage and darnage all over the wall!

Like pickles on pumpery-nickels!

 

Twenty-two brokers

In shambles and shards.

Twenty-two jokers

With twenty-two cards.

 

Twenty-two stoics

Who sag to their toes.

Twenty-two poets

Who merely write prose.

 

Twenty-two pages

Weighed down and laid low.

Twenty-two sages

Who think that they know.

 

Twenty-two healers

With septic cold sores.

Twenty-two dreamers

With no open doors-

And the man in the corner

Still rages and roars:

 

Heppity! Heppity! Heppity! Hee!

Sundried tomatoes on top of a tree!

The world is awry in the direst degree!

Like pickles on pumpery-nickels!

 

Twenty-two muddles,

No why or because.

Twenty-two puddles

Of all that once was.

 

Twenty-two achy,

Outworn, out of tune.

And a little old lady

Who reads Goodnight Moon.

 

Hush! All that’s sacred

Is sacred no more.

All has been grated

And drifts to the floor.


-EDP


© 2017 emipoemi



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Where in the world did this come from!! haha I could never write anything as in depth as this. Awesome stuff. :)

Posted 1 Week Ago


emipoemi

1 Week Ago

It came from experience......and from being observant and philosophical (as is the case with almost .. read more
Especially liked the pumpery-nickel line and the fact that you used it twice. Wasn't what I was expecting when the title drew me in but I was grated and drifted to the floor 22 times. I don't know what that meant but you inspired me. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


emipoemi

2 Weeks Ago

Your comment has cheered me much, good, sir. Interpret this how you want, I make it a habit to leave.. read more

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emipoemi
emipoemi

Toronto, Canada



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