or: Tired

A cheap whiskey for mixing
Rinses the mind out after
Rubbing all ten digits raw
Ev'ry finger tip pulsing
Against an inclined keyboard
Keys shadow'd by a darkness

But new channels have been hew'd
Flowing liquid won't settle
Above the eyes as it should
Won't submerge all kindly in
The night's consuming shadows 
Rounded keys too visible

Pours forth an endless flow forth
Pulse perhaps quickening now 
So ribs say but they're erring
In judgment for too distanced 
From the heart of the matter
A wetted throat knows better

Flow, flow, slow punching fingers
Rise rather than pouring forth 
Settling gently behind eyes
Pressing pressing down into 
Shadows floating around dark
Through a mind re-resisting 

Closing off channels although 
Seems that joints sinews fingers
Stiff slow and the words won't come
Swiftly as a pouring hand 
Topping off an empty glass
Beckoning so beckoning 

Tasteless like water cheap
As lapping from tap fingers
Slowly unclench 
Falling bottle cap or upward 
Clink shoulders weary 
is it... stopping?

Too long now to 
Think of words

d’Verse ‘Open Link Night’

For this OLN, I am sharing a poem that I wrote almost exactly one year ago, as I was sitting in this same chair, drinking whiskey and writing poetry. I was trying to capture the experience as I was living through it. Free verse is not my strong suit, but I remain pleased with how this piece turned out.

26 thoughts on “or: Tired”

  1. I felt the flow of your words as lines came to you. This reads like a good stream of consciousness writing with a good whiskey at hand. Have a good weekend.

  2. This is really interesting – the idea of capturing that feeling of the whiskey taking effect through your actual writing. I think you did a great job! I shudder to imagine what I might write if I started drinking whiskey…

  3. kaykuala

    Too long now to
    Think of words

    Love the run-through of life’s blessings in your write, David! Good close. It is innovative!


  4. David, you and free verse are very compatible. Your in-the-moment stream of consciousness piece is raw, like cheap booze, it burns going down. Tennis with the net down, and you reveal things, personal things, because the parameters are flattened. I really enjoyed it.

  5. All the stuff that makes one thirsty is here. For me it was the golden moment between the second and third drink that turned all that mush to glow. Soon after it turned to sloppier mush.

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