Jesus and Tequila

pondering on a pint

Bleary eyed, consistent

downed another beer,

living within sight

of another drunken fear,

wary hearted waster

tired and tested ways,

ill begotten women

bold but hazy ways, 

writing by the moonlight

forgetting where to go, 

strange and crazy poems

wild and wacky show, 

inclined a generation

to wine women and song,

taking care to disappear 

taking far too long 

drug related visions

of cataclysmic news

half remembered poems

drunken hay-day blues

living without feelings

for enemy or friend

hoping against hoping

that bittersweet pretend

Reviews

[Gee]

Hmmm, don't care to much for either myself. Tequila gives me terrible hang over and Jesus, well, less sai d the better for fear of upsetting folk.
Enjoyed your words Dee. Are you an heiress to the off licence empire ?

[Dee Oddbins]

thank you Gee, it's Jesus that gives me the terrible hang over, I have invested quite a lot of money in the family empire, lol,

[Paul Bell]

That's a great title. Tequila is an after midnight to five in the morning battle of the gods.
Strangely enough, i've woke up to a poem written that made no sense but was actually quite good.
Glad i got through it, hopefully you too.

[Dee Oddbins]

thank you, Paul, yes tequila does seem to bring out the gods and devils depending on your perspective, thank you for reading

[John the Baptist]

Excellent rhyming in a somber offering. Last couplet is especially good, indicating the speaker has not totally given up, despite the grim picture painted in the preceding verses. Hope is the midwife of faith.

[Dee Oddbins]

thank you John, yes there is always hope when the hang over lets up and the sunshine dissolves the fog