cocktail napkin scribblings
By Taunting The Reaper
in the vastness of solitude
a napkin can be a friend
quietly consuming your thoughts
with a few flicks of a pen
cool glass dripping smudges
wet words make fuzzy text
cold beer makes fuzzy minds
I can write a symphony of thought
floating, blissful, medicinal thoughts
and hide them under the frothy foam
of a smooth slippery drink
subtle ambient noises
more like voices flickering
in the distance
the distance of mighty oceans
and yet I’m so close
to everyone
I could make eye contact
a contact sport
so nearly alone
in the diminished renderings
of a smooth buzz caught
on a cocktail napkin
somewhere between a scribble
and a scream
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Copyright 2012 Taunting The Reaper
Published on Thursday, November 29, 2012.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Friday, November 30, 2012, FadedBlues
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...how many poems have been lost in the fraying death of flimsy coasters...
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On Friday, November 30, 2012, PoetessDarkly
(700) wrote:
great imagery sounds like something I may do.