whiskey nights

I was always a fast one

first to bite

first to flee

i kept all the madness in my mind

only let it howl at night

surrounded by streetpunks and candle light

beer and the smell of smoke 

 i sang out my soul

now in bars with others words

is where i find hope

  oh karaoke queens all sing out to me

as i speak of fleshy things

And out side by the street lights

after the bar has close

is where i speak of home

So save me now

dear golden child

while this whiskey has me sold

pretty eyes you made me laugh all night

and in the street lights we spoke of home

of gods and demons

and heartbreaks long gone

into the whiskey night

we go

Reviews

[Ash]

I've seen a lot of poems that are mostly confused by its own imagery but you seem to have a clear vision of what you want to convey to your readers. . .

[KCthelastboyscout]

You have a wild carefree soul.This desribes you well.some part exciting some part careless.all you.

[John the Baptist]

Very sparely and starkly written, this one contains a lot of heavy, dark imagery about someone who is living on the margin. The last lines bring a temporary lightness and hope, but for the speaker in this one, it does not seem as though it will last long. A somber, well done piece.