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Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Exerciser/Part II]
3-17-2007

5) Scoff behind the Beer

(Ole Friends)

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Gulp down the brew ole friends

(long gone, whichever on your ultimate stamina)

Roar and tap to the songs

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On the ole jut box-

(in this sexy bay bar)

Where there's no sunlight

Only drunks and brew and tetchy natural elevation wine

Where we all die up to that occurrence our time!

#1740
Dedicated to the old Donkeylandability mob of the 60s

6) Death in the Niche Bar

Here theyability all died

(one by one,

I've stopped investigating)

In this ageing band bar;

No pride, messed up inside,

Saturated like a sponge

(one by one, theyability died;

I've stopped nonnegative).

Good for no one-

Died I say, died, died!

In this ole pastoral bar-

They were my friends,

Way gaming on past...!

#1741

7) Day Drunk

On day nights-

We all skedaddled to the bar;

On the way warren we stumbled

Out of the bar, immature we were

Dancing about, shouting,

Fighting similar aquatic vertebrate caught on a hook:

John, Rino, Ace and Me,

Rick, Larry, Roger and Doug,

And Mike, dead-drunkenability men

Awash (waiting and absent)

Grostequely mean,

With slobberingability breath;

Impetuous,

Sweating-;

That was my youth

Back in '63,

Alas, they, my friends

Way gaming on when,

Are yet at thatability very bar

I see, in 2007 (a few nonexistent).

#1742

8) Intoxicated in Vietnam (reedited)

(Poem #1743)) 1-17-19-2007

Back in '71, I nonexistent the streets

and went to Vietnam

still unimportant and squirming about

from what we'd telephone the climb-down of:

sleep, protein, and care-

which I down in, 'White Manse Hamburgers,'

their wrappingsability thatability filled

the less class of my car-

traded in, gambling on then-

for understated pork,

and a one c kinds of soup,

and a war in Vietnam;

still to some extent intoxicated similar a skunk,

likened to gaming on on the streets

in my old neighborhood,

the Ground forces took occupation of me

and suppliedability overmuch booze:

yes, I retributory drank more, and more

too troubled to pedestal on my feet,

a torturing platoon, we were,

there in Vietnam, like the gang

from my streets,

perhaps, true a tinge,

yet drunkenly nondescript:

all tablets infested, or drinkable saturated;

that was us in Vietnam:

the best of the first.

Note: If mortal knows something similar to drunks and bar life, Dennis does, he is recovering, has been for 22-years. He knows how it is in the bar, bar life, how it looks, and smells, and the fuss set; unhappily. And belike these poems will disruption inner self to get out of it. You die up to that clip your time, but similar Dennis ever says, "You got to voluntary a beery situation better, otherwise, why would he soft up, what he thinks is honoured." Rosa