Just another night
What was tonight?
Whiskey and water.
Beer,
Arguments surreptitiously
Heard.
“My husbands a cunt.
But I stay with him.
He fucked the next door neighbour!
I told that bitch and she left.”
Cigarette passes between lips.
Smoke inhaled.
Scared of the night.
Afraid to leave,
Afraid to stay.
Lost in a miasma
Of friendship love and fear.
Strangers awash in the bar
Frighten me,
I have to pass their
Lives to achieve my goal.
Lost and alone surrounded by
Friendship and mental loss.
Why does he look at me like that?
Why do I look at myself like this?
More booze, more booze.
It means nothing.
Its all just
Absurd.
You throw out these little gems as easily as a bartender pulling a pint.
Indeed, what was tonight? A night captured in a flow of consciousness; a night that allows me to question what I am and where I want to go – to document the absurdity of life and inject it with beauty.
bhi
Thanks bhi, that’s a great comment. I love sitting and sometimes just observing. Life is absurd. And you’re so right it is just a flow of consciousness. These poems write themselves because in reality your surroundings and life have already written them. Often they don’t look like a worthy poem I’ve round and its because the reader unlike yourself can’t grasp the absurd, they should read more Camus! We all see these things happening around us… Everyone in the world has a story to tell, its just a matter of waiting for the diamond to drop. Thanks again.