snowy drunken nights

tack this one up
on a s**t-stained prison cell wall
amongst lovers' ashes and
snowy drunken nights
(what a pretty little
juxtaposition).

it hurts, hurts like
hell
to smile in spite of yourself.
believe me,
sugar:
i speak from experience.
because i've heard
every prophet and
every proverb
under the sun,
and i've yet to see
a soul.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is a bit of prose to on someone's tombstone.

Cole, you put the "fun" in funeral.

[JimmyFlux]

Reads like Bukowski. Last stanza kills. Puts much on this site to shame.

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

I could reread this over and over again, just thinking about its meaning and the narrator...his life, his story. I love that kind of empty, world-weary, abrupt tone that's used in most of your poems.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I read this one over a few times and sat and pondered...........then bingo! You sing to me of your grace and yet you show it not.