we always have our seats at finnigan's

we always have our seats at finnigan's

A Poem by Parker Pearl

all's well in hell,
we're halfway there
and hoping
for sweet release.
so god bless calamity,
catastrophe,
and the weekend warpaths
we forge in light
of finding nothing more.
sultans of swagger,
lit, loaded, lush,
we scrounge quarters
from couches
to get our rounds in
at Fin's,
our eyes swimming in swill,
our hearts
machine gun beating,
our radio crying
"Death or Glory...
just another story."
and tonight
these shadows of our
gutter lives
are shouting out for
redemption.
never relent,
never let them see
the forgiveness
in our forlorn faces,
in our tapped out pockets.
we don't drink
for rites of privilege
or thrill.
we don't drink
to remember
or forget.
we drink because we're
damaged, bored,
and have no more
than all the time
in the world
to kill.

 

© 2010 Parker Pearl


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An ode to the common folks that carry this country on their backs. We don't need filet migon when we can have pub grub next to our pints! We don't care if we make it or if we don't as long as we have weekends with the crowd! A well written and, in places, profoundly worded piece. Give us more!

Posted 13 Years Ago


we don't drink
to remember
or forget.


That for me was profound. The two top reasons people drink, to remember or forget, and that is not your motive, but drinking out of damaged boredom. I thank you for this view into the "gutter life" as you called it. Very well done.

N. Strong

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great job keep it up ready for more !!!!!!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I loved this exhibition of "gutter lives" and I think that all of the line breaks were in the right places. All the right words were emphasized and it really read like a poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


hahahah awwww i liked this one

Posted 13 Years Ago


The ending was absolutely superb, it made me smile in the most profound way.
I have been there, and for some reason, those were the happiest days of my life. Strange how it goes like that.
Yet another touching, and down to earth poem from you, I cant say I'm surprised.
Well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


interesting and well expressed and nicely penned

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was an interesting piece, thank you for sharing.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Parker Pearl
Parker Pearl

Harrisonburg, VA



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