"mojitos" poems
Take me to a pub
So I can drink and get drunk
Forget all my sorrows for five minutes
And after the five minutes are gone
I shall grab the phone
And shout my anger with similes and curses
And melancholic poetic verses
Take to me to a pub.
Take me to a pub
So I can drink and get drunk
Then drive my tombstone of a car
And empty my rage in shifting gears
Of crashing death
A representation of the life
Of advanced products of simple humans
Dumb enough to die
Take me to a pub
Take me to a pub
So that I can meet some girls
And maybe go back with them home
And smoke some ****
And ashes
Of the dead people of the past
Which has now become a part of my mouth
And in my mouth
Mixed things
With either a sharp taste
Or a sharp color
Or a sharp texture…
Like multicolored knives entering my veins approaching my heart
To rip it apart
Take me to a pub…
Take me to a pub
Where I can die
Under tables and cups
And bartenders
And miserable people trying to laugh
With eyes that are not theirs
And faces that are not faces
Like animals unstrapped for one night
And once they wake up the more impossible are the braces
Shaped into bubbles that are suffocating
With no hope for air
That it becomes unfair
Take me to a pub
And then blame God
For my torment and bad hangovers
Saying why God!? Why did you let me go to a pub…
And after I wake up for reason
And logic, discover my flaws
I go back to my illogical ways
Because you are taking me to a pub
Television takes me to a pub
Politics takes me to a pub
Consumerism takes me to a pub
I feel like I’m the hot girl of the night
Because everyone is taking me to a pub
Grab some beer
Some *****
Mojitos and some Absen
Leave my mind unaware
And my thought absent
Take
Me
To
A pub
Now!
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
red tile roof ...
whitewash balcony in romanesque cemicircle ,
fridge full 'f
1 litro bottles Alhambra cerveza --
clawfoot tub, coldwater (couture)
$1000/week:
(i could live on that)
lucky strike spirals in spanish summer,
bare feet on the railing upturned to sun beaming on pearly albayzin of granada.
afternoon mojitos with a new woman ev'ry week. (reading magazines)
spend
75 drunk nights ( reading , smoking , swilling gin )
&
typewriter whirring out pages (underwood airbus laissez-faire)
flamenco on a record player back in the house
one of those spanish girls slipping off a white dress (which falls like a soft breath of cloud down to the ground and sits there
still as death)
as she gets into the jacuzzi.
&
spend
75 high days throwing change into fountains, hand
up skirt of my carmen-du-jour.
climb drydust hills with guinness tallcans in plastic borsa
drinking dark beauties as golden orb hung in clouds keeps on grinning heatwaves.
(feelin' like maybe perhaps possibly i be free)
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC
the setting sun glows crimson over distant hills
people enjoy the balmy temperatures
sip their mojitos and manhattans
anticipating finger food and tapas
chatting with friends and neighbors
not everybody notices
the folding blossoms of the garden flowers
or the sweet evening songs of birds
the daring hedgehog venturing forth
to look for food
the smell of honeysuckle gaining force
under the rising moon
the beauty of our nature
often gets talked away in conversations
reduced to just a pleasant ambiance
that loosens our tongues
in our obsession to communicate
we tend to overlook the soft magnificence
the world presents to us in dusky evening hours
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
Motorbiking in Paris through the small windy streets
Nearly getting hit with a bike near the prostitutes in Amsterdam
Getting ditched and running across Berlin at 6 AM
5 story club, all you can drink tour, and 80 cent beers in Prague
Surfing in a garden then drinking in the beer gardens in Munich
Ruin bars and getting ruined at them in Budapest
Walking hungover on the triple bridge in Ljubljana
Sipping a spritz on the canals in Venice
Throwing back mojitos with the locals in Florence
Roaming around the ancient ruins in Rome
Partying until the sun is up and more in Barcelona
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
there's a galaxy of things i've said
would you like to choose one?
maybe we can write a song
and go dancing in town
drink mojitos and long island ice tea
just so I can say that thing
all over again
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
if these fettered feathers will ever be better
reversed intent
i could gain back the
time i spent
sipping lime mint mojitos
getting bit by mosquitoes
bloodsuckers that be
feeding their egos
jeez, there we go
over the same routine, and you never get it
are you stupid or deaf?
im blinded by the minute -
my decisions a mess
living upset
given a nest
built on a ship
i perch and jump - just to flee this ****
diving at your purse, life's broke
but i take what i can from this *****
plus with a wide set hips and a bright sets of lips
i can't help my attraction
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
The
lime tree
Stood on top
Of The Hill,
The ground around
With limes
Did it
Fill
One Decending lime
Rolling to the
Incline,
Got itself
Into a
Spin
Tumbling down
With no Jill
After
Hitting the road side
A car did abide,
By changing its
Shape to
Flat,
But!
Deep into
The tyre grip
Went a
Pip
Spinning around
To the engine's
Sound,
It's DNA
Got slightly
Altered
After coming to a
Full stop,
The fastidious Chauffeur
Noticed,
The
Wheel didn't
Need a
Seed,
Flicking it over a
Wall,
Where it landed
Upon fertile
Land
As the seed started to grow
It's branches began
To twist
Ten years went by
As quick as a
Roll
Of you're
Eye
The land
That the tree,
Let It's roots spread free
Also contained a
Shack,
And as the morning
Broke,
The old man
Awoke
Starting his daily routine,
The days
Always seemed
The same,
But
He was clever enough to know,
There was no-one
To
Blame
But
Himself,
Life just seemed to
Snooker him,
Into this
Pocket
His only venture out,
Was the local store,
Supplying all that
Was
Needed
But
Before setting off,
Something was calling to
His
Attention,
The sound of a bird
Never
Heard
Heading down
The overgrown
Path,
The bird suddenly stopped,
And
While flying off,
He saw something,
Never seen
Before
A tree bering limes,
From it's
Corkscrew branches,
But
Not any old limes,
Their skins
Also
Had a
Twist
Picking one up,
Marvelling at the shape,
He headed off to
The store
Arriving at the door,
Felt like
Not
Before,
This day was like
No
Other
Gathering his supplies,
Catching the
Shopkeepers eye,
"A very good day to you"
"I don't mean to sound rude
But you're in a good mood"
She said, while giving
Him a
Smile
"What would you think
If I asked you out
For a drink?"
"I'd grab
Hat and coat,
Lock up this old store
And we'd be on our way"
With his best smile in years
He said
"Well let's go"
Arriving at the bar,
He asked for two
Mojitos
The barman
Shook his head,
"We're all out of limes!"
The old man's eyes
Lit up
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 6:19 AM UTC
Hey baby
I put the kids to bed,
I got us Beautiful Darkness on 4K! But first We got to finish our sweet potato’s and mojitos
Only after I finish picking up your order from Sephora
And returning your Jessie Reyes shirt
Since it didn’t compliment
Your third Fenty bracelet like I thought
It would.
But
All the assorted scrunchies
And all these distorted thoughts
Match so well. They colorfully hold back
The chocolaty and scrumptious fullness
our perfect blend depicts.
Because there’s no HydroJug
Nor may the skies above
Contain this milky goodness of a mix.
My Peanut Butter Fudge
Turning you from a Tinder match
Was the ignition to the fire I needed
Churning you
From Mr. WhatsHisFace
Is the only type of disrespect I believe in...
Watching you.
do that.
Was like hanging,
His self esteem.
Watch me
Acquire a chess set
Just to hand you ALL the queens.
The once and the future king
Has nothing on our story.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
Summer fun;
blazing sun;
Screaming children --
No thanks, ***
Closed blinds;
high minds;
Peace and quiet
MY time.
Dry heat;
mosquitoes;
***** beach
and mojitos.
I prefer
Gin and Tonics,
Hello Poetry
and tons of chronic.
Summer bummin'
Fine with me --
Avoid discomfort
& be happy!
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC