Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
we see eye to eye
when i'm down on the ground weary
want to be at the bottom of bottle again
spies behind enemy lines
corkscrew

stay alone, no need for pretending
meals for one (not hungry)
smoking joints at table


look at you only
my own dead glazed eyes gaze back
beer bottle gaunt
let's go another round
Duke Thompson
Written by
Duke Thompson  Above the clouds
(Above the clouds)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems