Saturday, February 23, 2008

Bar Rags

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Gottfried Heinwein

Shiny glasses
Stained by lips of moral decay
Kissing liquefied pain from cruelty goblets
Topsy turvy patrons balanced on stools hanging on for dear life
Against the storm.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski


  1. That about sums up the picture. Loved the "kissing liquefied pain from cruelty goblets."
    You certainly find the most interesting pictures to use for prompts.

  2. As you know, I love this type of poetry.

  3. Count me in... this is great. It's been my experience that not only do they kiss the liquified pain, they absolutely absorb it into every neuron and cell, being sure that not a single morsel escapes. This one hits home for me, there but for the grace of God go I...

  4. I try not to remember, but now and then something akin to your poem, Jo, and I recall hours trying to escape from reality