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heartbreak divebar
it’s a divebar down a back alley, it’s where you end up
when the decent joints have barricaded the doors for
the night – the cowardly night that’s getting it’s butt
kicked by the harlequin dawn.
outside, the rain is a concert,
the thunder music & the strobe lights…
the bartender has sad eyes, you feel like
you’re hurting him when you order a cocktail.
he blends me a whiskey sour
but I’m not drinking it –
he offers me his own exposition of loneliness,
but I’m not writing it,
instead I write my love poem on a matchbook cover,
but I can’t sell it, even with a full clip of matches.
maybe I watch the shadows stumble in from the rain,
single file & shivering, & if I watch for another moment, they
will disintegrate like the days & nights of my destitute life…
if my beauty queen is among them, she keeps the collar of
her trench turned up, scarf & dark glasses hiding her anguish.
I conclude that she & I are very much alike: alone & lonely.
yet we maintain a cold distance between each other;
to intrude on someone else’s trouble is asking for one
more slash across the heart.
she has secrets that sleep in another man’s bed –
I embrace my sorrow because it is mine.
the melody of the rain taps a drowsy crescendo,
& we must kiss the evanescent stars goodnight.
the bartender chants, go home, go home –
your ghostly lovers are waiting…
Published 24th Aug 2014
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24th Aug 2014 3:47am
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24th Aug 2014 10:39am
I loved leaning on the dark oak bar with it's nicks & scratches to listen to your melody here JohnF ... Bravo!
24th Aug 2014 2:31pm
You take the reader right there!
I'm Captured!
I Always love your ink... ;)
I'm Captured!
I Always love your ink... ;)
24th Aug 2014 9:35pm
Such woeful lines filled with backstreet bruises. I stumbled in and caress my cigarette lighter for the panging ache of these verses. I'm much in love with your heavy pen, John.
24th Aug 2014 10:18pm
Breathless after having devoured your exceptional ink. I was right IN your poem, captured me fully. Kudos, John.
25th Aug 2014 00:08am
Be still my heart! This is one amazing read!
Captivating,mesmerising, haunting....
My soul has goosebumps!
Captivating,mesmerising, haunting....
My soul has goosebumps!
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25th Aug 2014 2:12pm
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26th Aug 2014 6:10am
Ahhh, JohnFeddeler, luv :-* ~
With such deft, surgical precision you craft pure melancholic bliss from the mundane...
What an incredible gift you have, luv! :-*
Thank you for sharing it with us!
With such deft, surgical precision you craft pure melancholic bliss from the mundane...
What an incredible gift you have, luv! :-*
Thank you for sharing it with us!
26th Aug 2014 3:07pm
I can hear the music John! I feel that trench coat because lord knows I'm hiding when I wear it....lol
You keep me hooked with every word.
You keep me hooked with every word.
27th Aug 2014 1:18pm
4th Sep 2014 1:28am
wonderful…your words just pull you into that bar…feel like i am sitting there watching the whole scene unfold...