i'm sure somewhere an old man once said, "keep'em comin' doc," to the bartender he spoke, "my wife just passed and i fear i've lost this life." as he downed the last drop of his amber hope, of his amber faith. staring through the glass and seeing the circle at the bottom. reminding him of his wedding band that he removed from his finger before walking into this place. soon he will forget his dreams and feelings. "'til death did we part," he said as no one was listening. a tear rolling down, like a lone climber slipping and falling down the craggy mountainside. torn from the skies and forced down to the earth. holding the silver crucifix dangling from around his red, wrinkled neck he sits and takes part in a sullen eucharist of beer and salted nuts, both of which dehydrate his already desiccated heart. and another climber falls. the bartender fills his grail with spirits that will baptize his liver. "she was my all," as he looked at the pale band of flesh around his ring finger, the mark of his now hollowed soul. many climbers start to fall, each one slipping on the same rock. his rock. i'm sure somewhere this old man returned to the house built up by two. a house so frighteningly empty climbers refuse to climb as the man sits and stares with two dry eyes and a dry, swollen heart. and the last climber falls. -rdw 2/11/07
Richie. It made me cry. I don't think a poem has ever actually made me cry. You're wonderful. It's wonderful. The best yet. There better be more, or I will be severely disappointed. Eucharist of beer and salted nuts? Who thinks of this shit? It's brilliant...I'm seein' a lot of circle imagery with you...and I'm likin' it.
circle imagery = closed system imagery? my poetry teacher said the same thing thankee krystin sorry it made you cry though
