*memories destined to be blurred*.

By lostallfaith

Sat, 11 Jun 2011
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it's busy again
and i'm all alone my friend.
passing glances
fallen glasses casting watchful eyes
over blurry eyed
dirty minds.
trousers betwixt waist and wasted
speech slurred
memories destined to be blurred
while poison is consumed
venom absorbed.
the scruffs and the sharps
all stood by the bar
annihilations and hangovers await
watching over scuffed knee's
batting eyelashes, push up bra's
are this evenings bait
only one more drink
is the pretty fee.

Certificate 18
Story
The Keeper (...and you lost me).
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
I like your poems- they are very down-to-earth!

Submitted by lostallfaith on
hey Highhat, thank you so much. sometimes i just wish i could be brave enough to waive my right to being an unknown, and film what i see with a running commentary on what goes through my mind. lostallfaith.