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Array ( [sid] => 175698 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => To the bottom of the bottle [time] => 2013-04-09 20:28:56 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The road bore down until there were none.
The light straw twisted and snapped,
In subtle breeze.

Scattered concrete rippled into the grass
And the feet of many late drunken men
Got lost in the crevasse

The lines on my glass give comfort to worn fingers
I am not a working man,
In the usual sense.
Instead I work the keys
Building an eternal tomb for the everyman.

Cheap rum falls through my throat as
The ice gradually lessens the potency
Of the alcohol.
The water sits in a fine layer on the top
And I play with the beads.

The night’s sun bounced from snow
On the roadside
And I swerved to avoid it. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Alec [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
To the bottom of the bottle

Contributed by Alec on Tuesday, 9th April 2013 @ 08:28:56 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



The road bore down until there were none.
The light straw twisted and snapped,
In subtle breeze.

Scattered concrete rippled into the grass
And the feet of many late drunken men
Got lost in the crevasse

The lines on my glass give comfort to worn fingers
I am not a working man,
In the usual sense.
Instead I work the keys
Building an eternal tomb for the everyman.

Cheap rum falls through my throat as
The ice gradually lessens the potency
Of the alcohol.
The water sits in a fine layer on the top
And I play with the beads.

The night’s sun bounced from snow
On the roadside
And I swerved to avoid it.




Copyright © Alec ... [ 2013-04-09 20:28:56]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: To the bottom of the bottle (User Rating: 1 )
by Sagefairy on Tuesday, 9th April 2013 @ 08:38:15 PM AEST
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Good write! The third stanza makes me think of an obituary writer. Actually some of the rest as well. I like it. A story to figure out.
Blessings, SF




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