Two Sentence Tuesday #34

            His clock chimed “GO TO SLEEP!”, as he stared sorrowfully at his computer screen during a fruitless scavenger hunt for anything resembling a good idea. Spectacularly failing that, he sought meaningful words of encouragement from his truest friend, Johnnie Walker. 

Barfly

Barfly

Always hidden

at the bottom

of a glass…

Eventually,

being

discovered

in the gutter.

30 Day Poetry Challenge - Day Twelve

Day Twelve - Write a limerick for a stranger. 

Don’t Drink, Kids

I read of a poor cocker spaniel,

Got drunk on a spill of Jack Daniels,

For the rest of the day,

It wobbled and swayed,

Then threw up on its master, Nathaniel.

 

Drink Responsibly

Drink Responsibly

One day, while I stayed in Havana,

Met a saucy young flirt, name of Hannah,

Played some strange drinking games,

Near a hot, open flame,

And accidently lit the cabana.

Her Face

Her Face

A drunk, defeated, tortured fool,

Lost in a smoky neon place,

Drank to make himself forget

The glow of her resplendent face.

He had her and so he had it all

Her warming love, his lady of grace,

But warmth was doused by bitter cold

That coolly pained her haunted face.

He brought that pain upon his love

He cheated and lied, to his disgrace

Betrayal reflected in her brown eyes

Rivers streamed down her twisted face.

He had her, he lost her; he lost himself

To whiskey’s fluid, numbing embrace

The bottle emptied, glass after glass

But at the bottom, he found her face.

Blind with drink, he stumbled onward,

Swerving from his parking space,

He turned; two lights came thundering toward him

And at the end, there shined her face.