by Saira Viola
The shadows of his face drunk in Vodka and Gin
A leather brushed anguish needles his chin
Killing each moment silently
With pedestrian trivia and day time tv.
He shuffles around the edges of life
Clinging to hope and a greedy ex wife
Crumbs of affection he scavenges for
His dignity trashed his heart on the floor .
A graveyard of dreams fracture his soul
And his eyes burn empty like embers of coal
Renting himself out for trembles of booze
His soul is blistered steaked bloody and blue
Knives or screams won't blunt this pain
So he scores his body over again
Crawling around in a neon haze
His mind is addled with a whiskey glaze
Ripped and cracked with bottles of Jack
They stab him in the knees and twice in the back
His head is swimming in misery
Two gunshots later he's finally free.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Saira is an emerging fiction writer poet and social commentator. Saira has developed a pioneering literary style she calls sonic-scatter-script where she uses lyrical beats, art, colour nature, street slang and references to contemporary culture to describe characters and plot action. Saira is moved by art, music, nature, rebellion and social injustice. Her stories are distinguished by surreal plot lines, with social undercurrents and memorable characters. She uses the rhythm of life to create melodies in her work. Books : SLIDE, CRACK APPLE AND POP! She is currently working on her next novel and has completed her first collection of poetry FAST FOOD AND GIN ON THE LAWN.
Last updated July 03, 2015