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saturday night.
midare

bottles spin
 1
on tables: round
 2
and round until
 3
their cork-screw
 4
finish wears
 5
a winner's colors and
 6
the players forget
 7
to remember
 8
that an alcohol stand-
 9
ing stupor takes
 10
much less courage
 11
to devour than
 12
a sin-
 13
gle kiss stolen
 14
from inebriated lips.
 15

8 Nov 05

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Midare, this has a Tom Waits feel to it ...  Good choice with "inebriated" and its less than subtle reference to the intoxication you refer to in the first part of the poem.  I particularly like the way you juxtapose (or shall I say resolve) lines 5 and 6 to the ending.  On that note, line 13 is brilliant and so very clever.  Very good, I do not know why more people have not commented on this jewel.  
Maria
 — slancho

i like your poem
 — bettalpha

COMMENT, THIS IS GOOD!
maria
 — slancho

*grin* thanks, maria.  the amount of comments doesn't really matter, as long as i get at least one great statement like yours.

smile.
midare
 — midare

Yep, I know what you mean, the amount of baaad poems on PC does not matter either as long as there are poems like this one to re-read on a Monday morning.  Thanks again for a wonderful read,
Maria
 — slancho

I thought you had disappeared Midare, so nice to know you are still around.  This is great work.
kitkat
 — unknown

"Brouge"
 — unknown

Love! 10!
 — WordsAndMe

i like the energy in this. well crafted.
 — listen

Back on a re-read.  *happy sigh* This seems to perfectly and cleverly consume all of my saturday nights as a proud 17 year old.  Hold his peice especially near and dear to my heart, Midare.
 — WordsAndMe

thank you very much for your words, words.

midare
 — midare

I love the kast 7 lines yet at the same time don't as they rmind me of all I missed trying to drown my fears of rejection in a mist of alcohol. This is indeed a jewel of a poem.

Larry sad man in the corner Lark
 — larrylark

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