I’m tired of drinking
in the usual way
I think that I'll drink
with my eyes open today
Drinking in beauty
on the edge of the lawn
Sipping in seagulls
just before dawn
Letting sensations
seep into my skin
Soaking it up and
letting it in
Over the road is
a much darker story
Clogged up pores
cry out for mercy
Suffering sights
assailing the eye
Thirsting for freshness
and wanting to die
Drink till you’re merry
drink till you’re full
The path to Port Patrick
was never so dull.
Comments
Sooz006 | February 16, 2008 - 18:16
What a cracking play on words. Will I adopt your method of drinking tomorrow night? .. nope, I'll stick with my vodka. I like both the word play and the imagery of htis one. Nicely done.
raysawriter | February 17, 2008 - 22:10
Thanks very much Sooz and cheers!
Port Patrick is in Wigtonshire... i think. Anyway it's at the end of the Southern Upland Way which starts at Cockburnspath in East Lothian. The walk is about 200 miles long and is one of those things i want to do!! Nice part of the world.
By the way i commented on chap 2 of White phantom. I like the way it is building up, so i will keep on giving comments if you want and if you get time to look at mine that would be great
hic
Ray