Galveston Date: Saturday, 8th March 2014 @ 09:27:18 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Invierno I dont even have to close my eyes to be there- I can see and smell, feel and taste the air the streets the night the desperation the loss the sharing the losing that is Galveston for me. I can sit on the Poopdeck drink my whiskey, besotted waves pounding tired shore. My favourite spot between two dunes- I let the rocks paranoia wash and wear- I'm waiting at 47th for Dodo Playing slots (where the hell is he?) hoping to win it big- It never happened- I lost it all in Galveston. Pounding on my door It's 3 AM, "Do you have some more?" 'Stephanie, please leave me alone." The causeway on to Galveston Mind as full of hopes as my heavy-laden moving van. The causeway off of Galveston? My car, two cats, a broken man. This poem is Copyright © Invierno Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=177905