Monday, April 3, 2017

Rob Schackne #289 - "Third pint from the sun"


Third pint from the sun
she’s ordering one more

our eyes have seen it before
those jobs we don't like
she just moved closer
she's adjusting her hair

hands clenched in a fist
I scribble my poem on a napkin
laughing at something there

the sunset's getting closer
the desperate & divided years
almost the way I see it

I find the words I wanted
she finishes her drink and leaves

8 comments:

  1. Szymborska riff?

    make mine moonlight
    with a dash of rum

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  2. Rob, this wonderful poem really speaks to me - just love the energy of it - scribbling poems on a napkin, laughing at what's there, hands clenched in a fist, third pint from the sun - why not have a fourth?!

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    1. Thank you, dear Kristen. The fourth was the poem... :)

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    2. Ah - I get it! And, hey, I might steal the third pint imagery - I'm sure it could turn up close to Lawless Road one of these days :)

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  3. Fourth by napkin - but she should have stayed and unclenched!

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