[Looking Out The Window into The Drab]

Thinking back when ...

Looking out the window into the drab

with the dying light of day graying sight

I will sometimes wage war against
the black hounds that rule my soul
in those twilight moments
before night spreads her a*s
darkening the landscape
promising nocturnal pleasures
for the willing, lucky and the damned

Teetering on the cusp of self awareness
I am an old man
Raging against the clock
Raging against time
Raging against this forgotten, shriveled c**k 

and all the women  

who will never be mine

I was one skookum sonofabitch back then
My heart encased in leather and vain regrets

Reviews

[Judy Emery/ Lilly Emery]

Steamy rage is something one must face in the darkness of ones life, Looking out the window raging against the clock of time. I really like your poem thank you for sharing . I hope you look at my writings and tell me what you think.

[felioness]

Many thanks! I will read some of yours!

[UN]

Woe be unto the clock! Right!? And yes our nature, sometimes feels like hounds driving it, just pure instinct no reason at all whatsoever. Nocturnal pleasures!

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry. Raw, hard and direct. I liked the story line in the poem and the characters. You create visions of dangerous places and dangerous situations. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[felioness]

Thank you for the read and encouraging comment!

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[John the Baptist]

There is nothing sadder than a bitter old rake. Really good imagery in this one. Well done.

[felioness]

Thanks so much! I appreciate the comment and the read very much!