A Walk I Seldom Recall

Just a bit of nothing that drifts through the mind on a late night walk from the bar.

In closing hours the wind speaks of regret.
passing faces seldom have we met.

Smoke in room emptyness in heart.
Are steps are slower whiskey invades the soul.

Traces of a fire lit dangling from lip down a dark road

often ive walked befor.

Towards bliss in agony where i meet the day.
nights path lit only by memory that i seldom recall.

When did it come to a prison of a minds once free ground?

Drinks a burden a converstaion with hollow hearts a means to
forget what i never will understand.

 

Time's never change just grow in strange directions
taking us in way's once easy now overgrown is the path.

3:00  I recall in a vanishing car's drifting light
The reason to my question unknown.

 

They've passed still like some worn out gaurd I stand watch over a shift none but me

care to recall.

The night my friend it's music of silence plays soft on a cold 

winters night.

 

My passion of fire.

Is now been replaced by a drinker's need.  

With a jaded sense of desire.

 

Im closer to nothing as day is but a promise

of a dreamer and a burden to a worn out thought.

A train's whistle calls into the dark.

Leaving towards a destination I no longer recall.

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love this, Gonzo.. I felt intoxicated as I read the poem.. each line, my senses were more and more dulled, as though I were on this same walk with you. One of my fave line:

Time's never change just grow in strange directions

Excellent work, Gonzo.. I've favorited it :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I have to admit I became fixated with the fact your wording expels myth and reason, it nulls the reader into a false sense of security whole bashing them around the head with raw and double emotion, well written, great read.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Amazing Gonzo!

[Pebbles]

Love all your writes like this Gonz ... brilliant so good to read you x

[An owl on the moon]

The sounds and sights of the world about mingled like a dance with the feelings and thoughts within. There is a haunting feel to this piece, like the sound of a lonely train whistle calling on a dark night... Brilliant...

[northern monkey]

Love it. Brilliant work Gonzo my friend. That's such a well-trodden walk, it's amazing our paths never cross?!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

We have an instinct that guides us home, I have travelled that path a few times my brother poet.

[Judy Ponceby]

This is lovely, wistful, plaintive. Your walks are inspirational.

[Lily Mae]

I think your late night walks from the bar are fruitful. This took my mind in a couple different directions.. One of regret of past deeds..and the feeling of not being able to ever heal from that...and being destitute in spirit..waiting for death to release you. But maybe I'm a screwball and really wrong from my long flight and allot of xanax...so forgive me if I'm way off... Great write either way...this is a different side of your my dear Gonzo.. Here's to more walks from the bar ;) xx