I only write poetry once or twice a year, but my conversation with @AikinNorb today inspired me to sit down and write this. Thanks, also, to @joanne_paulson for her comments in the interview about the fear of sharing one's poetry. It was a kick in the ...🙏

Ballet of the Broken

I walked into lonely bars, lonely,
onto the dance floor, before drink,
spinning to right the vertigo in my soul.
I drank to avoid veracity,
drowning my liver because
I had already drowned.
Dance to the B-52’s, filled with B-52s
Vodka, Rum, Whisky, Shoot ME
I bleed, internally.
4-inch heels, perfect posture
Smiles of guile – no, that isn’t me
Hypnotize them, play a role
Elusively…
I think I hear last call.
Stumbling, Fumbling,
Grasping
wanting something that’s
flown away.
Reaching, Searching
Festering
I have so much more to say.
Half unconscious, face to glass
Reflections on wet pavement
obfuscate.
Drowned, shot, bleeding out
I have lost so much along the way.
Words swallowed, with my shame
I have no one else to blame.
Uber stops, familiar home
Thank God,
I arrived alone.

--7 years, 4 months, 10 days--