The concept of binge-drinking exists only in the UK. How many of us imagine it will lead to this?
he staggers on the wrankled road of dreams,
damp, stinking,
lost
Gisalite luv,
and a breath filled with flotatious fumes
fix my eyes like acid gas
Whilst the banana wavers in my sight
like a weapon of minor destruction,
black eye staring,
drooping.
I light the cigarette, can it hurt?
Lined face alight in a flash of flame,
draw and smoke.
Fankoo
and as I move on I sense his wavering step departing,
homeward?
I hear a bottle slosh-glug, another toke on the root of the problem,
dropping the banana, unravelling the brain.
Turning the corner from my sight.
I look back and see
banana alone on the cold paving, lost.
Alcoholic, gone.
Poetry by Carey Lenehan
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Written on 2006-11-04 at 11:56
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Alcoholic
With the banana held out before him, as curved as the bow in his knees,he staggers on the wrankled road of dreams,
damp, stinking,
lost
Gisalite luv,
and a breath filled with flotatious fumes
fix my eyes like acid gas
Whilst the banana wavers in my sight
like a weapon of minor destruction,
black eye staring,
drooping.
I light the cigarette, can it hurt?
Lined face alight in a flash of flame,
draw and smoke.
Fankoo
and as I move on I sense his wavering step departing,
homeward?
I hear a bottle slosh-glug, another toke on the root of the problem,
dropping the banana, unravelling the brain.
Turning the corner from my sight.
I look back and see
banana alone on the cold paving, lost.
Alcoholic, gone.
Poetry by Carey Lenehan
Read 1107 times
Written on 2006-11-04 at 11:56
Tags Alcoholism Life Addiction
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