The Bottle

John

Bobbing along amongst a volatile ocean

Feeling seedy and worn

Head bearly above water

The cork my snorkel

 

Bobbing amongst a floating mattress

Hungover and torn

A bedside table can pulls me up, yet drags me down

I roll over and hug my wife

I'm either dreaming, it's the drinking or the afterlife

 

Bobbing along

A bottle floats ashore

There's a message inside

Drowned by the liquor it had consumed before 

 

Bobbing along to the bottle store next door

Needle's on the vinyl

Spinning the same tunes once more

 

  • Author: Augie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2024 08:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Thomas W Case

    Brilliant and very relatable. Great use of rhyme here.



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