Pink and Dissolving

why do drunks drink
when
nothing about it
dulls the pain?
not the drink,
rarely the music…

the natural noise of the bar,
consistent and ensuing
isolation
only amplifies the hurt,
and rejection
the truth
inside your own mind
that you are unloved, unwanted…

alone and desperately adrift
rocking a rotting boat,
lost
at the center of the ocean
no sails, no compass
no captain, no first mate
fallen,
into a rocks glass of scotch
you are simply
a speck of eye shadow,
pink, and dissolving.

 

copyright Ruth Nineke 2015

 

POEMS

Clearing Out The Third Eye

Spellbound

Until Tomorrow

Win For Losing

Something Extra

The Man Who Looks Like You

Honey Darling

The Due

Get Lost

Kitten Does Not Know Best

This Man

Summer’s Fall

Michael J. Fox

I Can Go Out Further

You’re Welcome

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Every Artist Has A Vice

Candy Striper

Entrails & Innards

Breaking Beauty

The Sex Poem

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

The Cold Winter

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Johnny, Come Quickly