Here's a poem I started a while back, which I've added on to.
"First Class Fool"
"First Class Fool"
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He stumbled into the ill lit bar.
His tie was falling off. His shoe was untied. He was tired.
Crowd dispersing, band wearily strumming.
Half energized off a thirty minute nap.
Hard day, harder night.
His heart, once full of warmth now felt as cold and vacant as the booth he sat in.
The lead singer crooned... "Where's my baby, oh why did she leave?"
He could sense the sorrow in his voice.
He could sense the sorrow in his own.
Yeah, I know how it feels.
She left behind the engagement ring.
The shining gold band of empty promises and love now lost.
It still gleamed; two paychecks and a month's rent just to make her happy.
The ring rested on a note he still carried crumpled and tear stained in his hand.
I will always love you, but this is for the best. Jane.
How ironic and twisted words can be.
He found the letter after he got off work.
A tight, cubicle infested office.
Co-workers and an uptight boss he couldn't stand.
Sitting upright in a chair all day, typing like there was no tomorrow.
Waiting for 5:00.
Waiting for 5:00.
Slaving away just to come home and feel her embrace.
Look into her bright brown eyes.
Admire her pretty face.
Waiting for 5:00.
Imagine the thoughts that went through his head when he discovered none of that waited for him.
The good guys never win.
"Out here a little late, eh? Looks like you need a drink."
He bit his lip, looked down at his wallet.
"This one's on me..."
The bartender smiled a half smile; a smile blazen with sympathy.
He rubbed his forehead with his palm as the bartender poured poisonous liquid in a tall glass.
His eyelashes hit his face, almost in slow motion,
as he blinked slowly, like in a movie,
thoughts churning on full speed, just like a blender for the brain.
The bartender must have seen the red branches in his pale green eyes,
the bartender must have sensed his brainstems throbbing.
His tie was falling off. His shoe was untied. He was tired.
Crowd dispersing, band wearily strumming.
Half energized off a thirty minute nap.
Hard day, harder night.
His heart, once full of warmth now felt as cold and vacant as the booth he sat in.
The lead singer crooned... "Where's my baby, oh why did she leave?"
He could sense the sorrow in his voice.
He could sense the sorrow in his own.
Yeah, I know how it feels.
She left behind the engagement ring.
The shining gold band of empty promises and love now lost.
It still gleamed; two paychecks and a month's rent just to make her happy.
The ring rested on a note he still carried crumpled and tear stained in his hand.
I will always love you, but this is for the best. Jane.
How ironic and twisted words can be.
He found the letter after he got off work.
A tight, cubicle infested office.
Co-workers and an uptight boss he couldn't stand.
Sitting upright in a chair all day, typing like there was no tomorrow.
Waiting for 5:00.
Waiting for 5:00.
Slaving away just to come home and feel her embrace.
Look into her bright brown eyes.
Admire her pretty face.
Waiting for 5:00.
Imagine the thoughts that went through his head when he discovered none of that waited for him.
The good guys never win.
"Out here a little late, eh? Looks like you need a drink."
He bit his lip, looked down at his wallet.
"This one's on me..."
The bartender smiled a half smile; a smile blazen with sympathy.
He rubbed his forehead with his palm as the bartender poured poisonous liquid in a tall glass.
His eyelashes hit his face, almost in slow motion,
as he blinked slowly, like in a movie,
thoughts churning on full speed, just like a blender for the brain.
The bartender must have seen the red branches in his pale green eyes,
the bartender must have sensed his brainstems throbbing.
He was a tree freshly cut down, butchered from the roots.
Lady J
