shattered life, scattered life

there are shattered liquor bottles
scattered over the sidewalks

we drink every night
to make the pain go away
and everyone i know
makes me crazy

“cigar? cigarette?”

make it to the bathroom, faded
in the club, faded
in the street, faded

how’d we get here?
feels like yesterday
we were playing on the swing set,
doesn’t it?

childhood was raped with pornographic images

“cigar? cigarette?”

make it to the bathroom,
don’t think we’re gonna
make it home this time

we drink every night
to make the pain go away
and everyone i know
makes me crazy

don’t think we’re gonna
make it home this time,
pass out in the street

there are shattered liquor bottles
scattered over the sidewalks

11/9/14




Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-15 at 20:25

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
One of your best Thomas

Elle x
2014-11-16



I think of Rimbaud and Baudelaire when I read this, but come to think of it, it's probably not a good idea to compare poems and poets to one another. Each one is original. You set a very powerful scene here of the hopelessness and despair we've all felt at some time, as well as a yearning to return to innocence. ...and yet, we do eventually make it home somehow.
2014-11-16


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoy reading your poems because I like the way you put words together. You've brought to life a drunken walk home.
Well done. :-)
2014-11-16