Drunken Shed

Tonight is a drunken shed

A flask where wounds entwine

Air spirals the curtained room  as

I wade over breach and ship

 

Crows settled on tattered sails

Perched nocturnal

Pulling wishes from the fountain of stars 

Each dream, dreams a night like this

 

Where memory is buried,

All grips lost and heaven openly pours

The sound rises so deafening

Empty scripted as we are

A choked word anchors within my throat

A trillion coated names 

Each ghostly carries me out 

Yet still I remain

Dawn against my side,

Rendering 

Pissarro paints my landscape

Tables round to bleed

Ripening and fallen from my mind

Where I am not such stone

If only tonight

I can hold this 

My glances scattered

But not so harsh I cannot see 

 

Tonight brings a drunken shed

An invisible indifference

A kiss at the foot of a mountain

And just as sacred from all death grows a liberty

Above this tears a wound

And always will

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem brought me on a magic carpet ride back to the good old days of hedonistic indulgence! This does not quite feel like an all-out no-holds-barred romp, however . . . it seems as if there's a tentative tone thru-out, as if this night of partying is a rare interlude & maybe things go back to s**t later on . . . or maybe just a general sense of pure pleasure dripping thru your fingers too quickly & it might run out. This is the freshest of fresh writing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Hedonism is an indulgence?..hahaha. This IS an inner orgy of sorts but I'm glad to hear it reached you on a physical level as well. No, it is definitely not an all out romp but more of a deep first LSD slowing to drink in what really is ticking behind the curtains of this drunken shed. Thanks for reading and hugs right back Margie.

[barleygirl]

Love your first quip back at me . . .

[Crowley]

As enchanting as a young woman bathing her feet..lol. A beautiful tryst with dark lilt, illuminated softly to bring out the muted ripples. What is a drunken shed? I have heard the term a few times but can't think of what it refers to other than a place where I go to drink alone? Great work!

[Perdition]

Mr. Crowley! A pleasure to see you. A drunken shed is just that...I suppose you could equate it to a Love Shack or something else but for me a Drunken Shed was a holy snake ridding itself of a layer AND a place we go to drink alone and shake off all pretense and writhe into a true cloak. I also seemed a bit of a lonely journey for some reason.Thank you for the good words. Now about this young woman bathing her feet...hahaha.

[Crowley]

You made me look up Pisarro as well, and of the paintings that were shown, I found that one the most captivation, but all of them really were. thanks for the lessons!!!

[Perdition]

You bet..his landscapes are well worth the pilgrimage; amazing stuff. Take care.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Upon witnessing a cluster of balloons
leaving Richmond
I found the room without light
fuse-lit; rapturous
I became the water priest
in the solitude...
neverending, oubliette
when I know your soul
Heaven is our apocalypse
I return then to the
drunken shed....

[Perdition]

Pretty good ..pretty neat.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

thank you for the lighted darkness...

[Perdition]

"Heart of Darkness"...get them lover's right for I too am a Kurtz.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

only in my daylight :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

here I am full circle drinking from this drunken shed....I am just the most hard headed woman!

[Perdition]

As if that were a bad thing ;)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I am just here again to learn more...though I always feel too much. click clack..click clack

[Perdition]

Always welcomed, click or clack.

[Kay]

There's fantastic imagery in this poem. It carries a beautifully dark undertone.

[Perdition]

Thank you for reading and as you put so eloquently, " it (truly) is the small everyday deeds" Looking forward to reading poetry from the UK.

[Kay]

It was a pleasure. =) I look forward to reading more of your work, keep up the great writing!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

three circles and a drunken shed....never say never...

[Perdition]

How else would I creed my eyelids from their constance handled cinerary ?,,. Thanks Queenie!