Working that six string
factory-hard
a flame in the foundry
melting the metal
of the folks around the bar.
Morrison’s ghost
barely heard.
An English cockroach
or a German
(hard to tell accents
what with the cacophony
of titter, yammer, and gphaw)
crawled along my beloved’s
napkin — her napkin
on her lap — at our table.
A rapidly drained half-glass
and my wife is up and out.
Now I’ll never know
if the passionate lady
gave up her vow
or — remained a lady.
My first post with d’Verse Poet’s Pub in a long time. Tonight we’ve been challenged to wax ironic. Moi? Ironic? P’rhaps! https://dversepoets.com/2017/03/30/meeting-the-bar-irony/
Where there’s one cockroach, German or English, there are usually more. But that’s not as important as the part about the lady. Hmm. Definitely ambiguous.
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Morrison had a bit of ambiguity about him.
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Six Strings / Six Legs…. hmmmm. Good stuff, my friend! Irony is a common thread in your work!
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Too true. I dwell in Irony. Thank you!
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Man, I love me some Doors, and I love this piece. I once met a cockroach so big, it had a visible head swivel when it looked over at me.
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Um, were you in a dark room, listening to the doors? Haha!
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You had me at gphaw! …. and one DOES wonder about the lady, doesn’t one? Fun read!
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One does… indeed one does! Glad you enjoyed it.
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The future’s uncertain. The lady was I believe Ashen 😉
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Hmmm… something to ruminate upon. Perhaps another poem lurks.
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And I wonder if your wife left because of the roach or the passionate lady… 🙂
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Ah, Bjorn! My wife is the only passionate lady in my life! And she passionately detests the kingdom of roaches.
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a fun read 🙂
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Damn cockroach and brilliant words. Ace!
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Thank you very much! Glad to put smiles on the faces of readers… unless, of course I’m writing horror.
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Hard to say …but liking this part very much:
cacophony
of titter, yammer, and gphaw)
Good to see you again in the pub ~
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Repeat it as a mantra. Then move on to “Red leather; yellow leather; red leather; yellow leather….” Glad to be back.
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I like the irony of this. Fab.
I’m sure she remained a lady… if she didn’t, I’d like to read more 🙂
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Yeah, Road House Blues part 2. Glad you enjoyed it!
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