Justice Is A Big Series of Drunks
1. Jan. 1998
By Alex Nuttall - Bio
Just when the booze wore off
Another has begun, anew
And the crew has swabbed the
Deck only to have it roosted all over
Once more
And the city lights die down
And dusk creeps into
This old poem written again
It will blow away again,
Amen.
Love found soft shoulders
To rest its head, good bye,
To die again in the pillow,
To die again by ones side,
This is all
That had to be say
And now no more, et al.
To be in the hands of justice
Drunk more and more, amore,
That this old poem
In her hand
It will blow away again;
Amore.
She told me forever, forever
Forgotten now among the blooms
Of flowers that are picked
And they only wither,
What good is love’s
Burst and pleasure
To leisure itself to sleep
And this old poem that is my Friend
It will walk away again
To keep,
Justice has been done.
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| Drunk Man with Cat |
Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Justice Is A Big Series of Drunks, Original Date: 19980101 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170811.
A slow song in the head of a drunken man that has no music only the words. A distant reflection on the love stuff. Another rhythm that calls again and again. Circa: 1998. We are not really sure when it was written.
Keywords: Drunk, Poetry, Love, Amore, rhythm
