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

Breaking Beauty

Candy Striper

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Entrails & Innards

Every Artist Has A Vice

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

I Can Go Out Further

Johnny, Come Quickly

Michael J. Fox

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

The Cold Winter

The Sex Poem

You’re Welcome