Blurry Visions

Blurry Visions

 

corked in

these bottles,

 

cuz, I'm busy,

 

hating this

awful place...

 

lost in drink,

and blurred;

 

nothing last forever,

not even booze, but,

I still try to make the

 

buzz stay, faithfully;

 

while ignoring that aging

face, staring, sadly, back

at me, from somewhere

 

beyond the mirror

 

10-22-08

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[holly]

This poem is very well written in that it doesn't avoid the pathos of being an aging, unhappy individual but it doesn't descend into bathos. The fact that you used a minimum of words to paint this picture only adds to the intensity of the poem. I like the work very much. The mirror is a damnable place sometimes.

[Sean M. Addams]

very deep thought provoking piece... overall nice job on this one!!!!!

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Sounds like a sobbering drunk not liking what they see, so hey have another drink until you do like what you see.

Nice writing a always.