Drink Life Straight No Chaser

 

Alcohol monologues

Told to street curb gutters

Police cars screaming

Obscenities from

Blacked out alleys

 

Cigarette smoke clouds

The heavens from

Our indiscretions

 

Criminals picked from the streets

Lobotomy for the city, or

Whatever helps you sleep

 

The bars have become our sanctuary

The songs our psalms

Of love and beauty,

Broken hearts and one too many

 

The songs spill out into

The streets and alleyways

Out of our hearts and car speakers

 

None of us saints, but

We are not entirely sinners

We hover somewhere between

 

We shake off hangovers

And piece together the night

Like an abstract jigsaw puzzle

Author's Note

‎"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

Jack Kerouac

Reviews

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Excellent! I feel like I have lived inside of this poem

[DeletedUser]

"The heavens from our indiscretions.." My favorite line. I have definately felt the ultimate thrill and heaven on earth from things that aren't heavenly at all.

[Audrey Howitt]

You grabbed me in the title and held me in the reading--just a small peek into your soul--so much of all of us there with you. Loved this piece!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

a feel like when you open a door many windows become unstuck at the same time, a sirited view of your mind, well done, good read.

[Lily Mae]

Were you peeking inside my soul again;) I love this for all the raw truth...x

[Kenneth The Poet]

This could easily describe a night lived by the Three Musketeers from "The Hangover". You have the urban vein of poetry down to an art form.

[JimmyFlux]

Worthy title. Winning poem. Feels like Bukowski and a long dirty drag from a cigarette in the night, as 'we hover somewhere between'. 'Alcohol monologues' are a familiar friend. Jack's quote is a welcomed touch. Bring on the night.