We are all drunkards here


Southern Comfort


And then, just like that, we quit the hiss

and slash, the past two years fall away,

claws retract, I don't know what changed,

if anything, doesn't matter, just like that,

Southern Comfort, maybe it was Willie,

maybe that settled it, doesn't matter—

maybe he did what I couldn't, doesn't

matter, Southern Comfort tastes good,

maybe we needed to get a little drunk,

look at each other in that slantwise light.


Don't say it, don't say it doesn't matter,

it wasn't Willie, it wasn't that, he was

a kite on a windy day—a pint doesn't

change anything, and nothing is settled.





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-04 at 12:54

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the story that is inside the poem. I am still wondering how well the attitude changes with changing of the voice in the quatrain of the poem.


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Telling, wise conclusion.

I can taste it, the Southern C. I can feel the aftermath. I can appreciate the need, for it all. You lifted this, literally, with a kite on a windy day, tells me all I need to know about this poem , its characters, the resentment, the buried hurt.

I'm loving it too, but alas for me I can't touch it anymore, definitely stems from misspent youth! Great line "look at each other in that slant wise light."

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Love this! And I love southern comfort straight from the bottle!