Wednesday Headclear

Four in the bloody morning.


Sitting here at the laptop,

sipping the "good" coffee,

I can't help but feel

that old Ray Carver's ghost

is at my elbow. 



There was a time in my mercurial youth

when I thought Dylan's thirty-nine was a good run.

I couldn't imagine living another sixteen years,

and then seven more on top of that! 



It was four years ago, the 26th.

I walked around the Red Hat

in chilly drizzle for an hour or more,

debating with myself if I should spend

my last twenty on cheap beer.

I had done the math, the alcocalculation:

four Narragansetts plus a tip for Acadia. 


Somehow I talked myself out of it,

but that was the day I started to suspect

that I had a problem.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-23 at 09:27

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I joined the Alcoholics Anonymous.
Tom I still drink, I just don't tell anybody.
Sorry that was the other A A.
Anonymous Alcoholics.
Carry on writing, Good poetry, I'll carry on reading.

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Evoking the shade of Ray Carver - what could be more apt; and I liked the way you always put the reader into the poem. Another gem Tom!

MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful snippets of life (with musings of the ultimate end in between) peppered with heady romanticism, methinks! I especially like the routine of writing at four in the morning with a good cuppa joe. And spending the last twenty years on cheap beers sounds so Bukowski-esque! Nicely done, overall. :)

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Love it! Not more I can say really, it is that good. :)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
"I've become one of Raymond Carver's characters." Well done.