The Eclectic Pen - The little epic of my life


By: Michael A. (cicadasounds)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 9/28/2008
Last Updated: 9/29/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 233
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  The television drawls, one long blur
All I can do is click and click and click
Nothing is allowed to penetrate the grey,
And the fuzz that envelopes my brain.

My focus moves from screen
To the still cold bottle
Sitting on the table in front of me
Moisture rolling off the label,
Sweat rolling off my cheek.

It all tastes the same to me now
Stout, ale, pilsner, lite, lambric
All just a sour reminder
That all I really notice
Is the temperature
As it rolls down my throat

I open and close my hands
Watching the lines that appear
And disappear on my knuckles
The effort exhausts me
And I move my hands down,
Out of sight, out of mind

I notice a painful hum
Growing in the back of my head
The ghosts of family, friends, creativity, responsibility
Pushing to make it through
The beer soaked cotton wadding
That constitutes my mind.

I raise the beer to my suckling lips
Drinking until the noise is droned out.
My eyes are too heavy,
The fight to keep them open,
Lost with the last bottle.
I hope to sleep through the night.

My paper thin eyelids feel light.
The room is glowing, orange and yellow.
The sunset is coming from the North today,
And it was dark when I last noticed.

The neighbor kids are having a fire.
It looks like a doghouse.
They dance around barking, laughing,
Calling out the names
Of all their childhood pets.

The blaze is blinding, and my eyes tear up.
I sigh and wonder aloud,
Why itís always so bright
Just before it becomes so dark.


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Catherine S. (focolarina) - 9/29/2008 12:06 AM ET
I liked it - descriptive and elegant
Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 9/29/2008 1:05 PM ET
I liked this a lot, stirred many feelings out of nowhere for me.
Nancy S. (hollyhockgirl) - 10/8/2008 2:37 PM ET
Wow, Michael this left me feeling sad. There must be more to life than this. Your writing certainly evokes images in ones mind. A good poet does that.
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