He use to bring life to
every party.
Gin in one hand, cigar
in the other.
A bruised lampshade
on his
bullwhip head, his eyes
spoke
of lordship, rosehip, and
fleshly ways.
His voice full of vigor and
showmanship.
Capable of love but only
from a
great distance. Happy only
in his
natural void. Pockmarked,
by ego.
He tasted the brightness
of the world
but only found nourishment
in darkness.
Drinking the toxins in.
Measuring
his happiness one more
glass at a time.
Years later…
He had drank his beauty
away
His graceless ruins
reflected in
the walls, missing cells in
his brain.
He tried to navigate to open
eyes and
enlightenment, but could
never find
a sober shore. Consumed
by thirst
Staggering. He stumbled over
his demons.
He fractured his skull on an
unlit chandelier,
fusing with the shadows and unpruned roses.
Alcohol struck a match to
stove
leaking gas. He died on the
pyre of his addiction.
The debris, the inspiration
of this poet
forlorn and cautionary imagination.
His gin soaked ashes circling
forever in the breeze.
For a moment I abandon
myself to their sway.
-Tosha Michelle
heartbreaking.
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Rachel, thank you. xo
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Love it, Tosh. Have a great day!! π
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Thanks. You too. π
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Awesome!
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Thank you π
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Listening to the song.. Loving it π Thank you for sharing π
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Got to love The Kinks π
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Yes π
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Beautiful details, my dear. Think maybe I’ve known this same person … π And The Kinks — perfect! TGIF — have a great, relaxing weekend, Miss! π
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Thank you. Perhaps, you have. Wishing you a lovely weekend too. Lots of love and light.
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A sad story well told, Tosha. Love.
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xx
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Wow! This is a heavy one. Reminds me a bit of someone I know. Powerful piece Tosha.
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Thank you. I hope the person you know has a happier ending.
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Oh, he’s dead now. Soooo, I guess not happy in that sense. But he did make his peace before departing, so that is a very happy thing.
Thanks Tosha.
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I’m sorry for your loss. I’m very happy he found solace in the end
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Sad……….
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π xo
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Gin soaked ashes circling forever in the breeze – you always know how to spark my imagination. Thank you. π
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Likewise, sir. You’re creative energy never lets up. Love that.
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Gin…..I never drink gin, but I don’t need alcohol to know this was an amazingly dark and fascinating post. π
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Poetry is my dark side π
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A sobering tale for anyone suffering from addiction…brilliantly told, Tosha.
And yes to the Kinks…here is my all time favorite song of theirs entitled “Better Things” (hope the link works π !!)
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Love. Thank you for sharing.
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