empty
by Tim G. Young
feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
raging at the stars
can't afford
to drink in the bars
so the bars
rise up around me
leaving me to waltz
through the night
like a candle
flame threatened
from all sides
terrified of the
faintest breeze
please please please
let me run away
drift down the highway
float atop the midway
dream in technicolor
pixels a million
to the inch
screaming in surround sound
left behind to fall down
still the emptiness
weaves me like a blanket
no strong stitch
to block the cold
no time saver
to stop the old
man from marching slowly
right down the drain
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Author's Note
"empty," for me, always filled with meaning.
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"old man...marching slowly
right down the drain" hup two three four...
Feels mighty familiar, Tim. Too damned familiar. All of it. hup two three...
Thank you Matt. I am humbled.
You and Hardaway are on the same elegantly grim page today.
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For all its pessimism, the rhythm of this poem is optimistic!
Enjoyed.
Many thanks, Jerry, Bill, and Gary!
Written to be read out load...and I'd love to hear it *
Thanks, Foster. Great idea. I'm gonna put a file up for you.
I can see this as a song.
Thanks, Kitty. Hey, you never know!
What Bill said. It is lively and I love the winding down to the inevitable end--couldn't have gone anywhere else.
still the emptiness
weaves me like a blanket
Nice.
Thank you so much, Dianne and Gita.
flame threatened
from all sides
So many good images! *
Much appreciated, Beate.
Good poem.
Many thanks, Sam
Whoooo! I love this. Just how it is. I was going to copy favourite lines but there were just too many to copy.
Wow. Thank you Ellie!