Tale Of The Drunken Skull

 

Rattled bones

Shake the confidence

Of a man

Who use to be

Comfortable

In his own skin…

Who lived for the thrill

Of the flesh.

 

Now the years

Of neglect

Of what made him

Vulnerable

Has caused

haunting decay.

 

What once he hid away

Beneath mortal masquerades.

Has shattered

to the ground

when he lost the ability

to hold it in.

 

All those years

Of gin under the bridge

 now washed out

The road to happiness

Till the city of hope

Had became

The city under the sea.

 

Walking the Earth

with hazy vision

Hindsight is now

A double life

Stumbling its way

To the afterlife.

 

I tell you no lie,

You can see it in

The dark holes

That was once his eyes,

This is the tale

Of a drunken skull

That cannot

Hold his liquor. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow it can really wear you down...the rough life...drinking and partying...like the rock stars...

with the drugs.

ginger baker looked like he was 70 when he was only 20---

visual poem...nicely done...really like "washed out the road to happiness"---among other lines.

too many favorites to name them all.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You know Hank Williams died at 29 but in the pic on the album I have he looks in his 50's.

Thank you sir, appreciate the feedback.