{ pathetic.org }
 

A poem built around the idea that I am a drunken boat captain

by Jolie Jordan


Sloppy in a bar,
even closed eyelids
see what I cannot

It is winter again and we are getting fat.
certainly it isn't my cooking, so if what they say is true;
aren't we supposed to be happy now?

I've departed from my love
I thrash about; drunk at sea
as I heard the voice of the waters
and wished to drown.

12/05/2011

Author's Note: Everybody's gotta learn sometime.

Posted on 12/06/2011
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Adam Dyson on 12/06/11 at 06:47 PM

Some powerful imagery in this and some very strong emotion. Nicely done.

Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 12/06/11 at 08:19 PM

Yes! Great imagery. The first stanza really is good, in its simplicity but profundity. ~JPP

Posted by Lauren Singer on 01/25/12 at 07:35 PM

whoa last stanza heartbreak. love this. beck would too.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)