Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Where Time Spins in a Glass



This city is crying,

and I'm drowning

in its triple distilled
tears

Thinking of a sunrise

that escapes the eternity
of puddled perpectives

No matter
The here is now
A moment

Unqualified

by filtered regrets
and bubbling

with future nostalgia

A poisonous attraction
lubricated

by merry volition
and violent rhythms


The world is spinning
and we're swimming

in the ecstasy
of triple distilled tears.

12 Comments:

Blogger illimitable voices said...

you are going to have to help me out with triple distilled tears. Is there any significance?

3:32 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

iv - Only the pain of the best whiskey...

5:31 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

hic

hic

burp

8:46 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

cj - As I was going over the far famed *hiccough* Kerry mountains *burrpp*!

10:48 PM  
Blogger Anil said...

triple distilled tears instantly caught my eye...brilliant phrase....however the arrangement of the poem does not appeal to me...it seems too random and formless...was that intentional?

4:50 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

I'm captivated by the imagesand sounds inside and outside what I imagine to be a bar or a room where one is drinking liquor. "Triple distilled tears" is a cool phrase. (I rarely drink so forgive me if I'm naive about any significance beyond the obvious.)

4:08 PM  
Blogger Stormy Zephyr said...

this reminds me of the smooth flow of a 12 year old Glenfiddich! a very rich image...excellent!

9:40 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

anil - The arrangement is purposeful or in context it is inevitable. Slow distortion and lost lucidity...

**silvermOOn** - Sounds like you're doing well by yourself, then!

stormy zephyr - Glenfiddich? Can't say I've ever partaken. Though a good scotch and poetry has a familiar ring to it.

11:35 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

THanks, but time still most certainly spins for me at times. (Plus, we writers and artists often think (a LOT!) in different time periods.) I still readily identify with the "bar" feeling even though I rarely drink. (I'd be there with my orange juice or soda and fit right in...)Enjoyed reading this piece again.

5:30 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

(i could have sworn i commented on this one and the one below!!!)

nonetheless, i'm a big fan of your poetry. the words you use, read out loud, they are my favorite.

"sunrise that escapes the eternity" lovely line.

5:41 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

**silvermOOn** - I've no doubt you'd fit right in, piquing curiousity all around you...

lorena - I'm just glad I get a chance to read your comments here. Always a pleasure.

And maybe those sunrises should be captured more often...

10:59 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

This city is crying,


and I'm drowning

in its triple distilled

tears


Thinking of a sunrise

that escapes the eternity

of puddled perpectives

No matter
The here is now

A moment


Unqualified

by filtered regrets

and bubbling

with future nostalgia

A poisonous attraction

lubricated

by merry volition

and violent rhythms


The world is spinning
and we're swimming

in the ecstasy

of triple distilled tears.


so touching ...Im trying to read some of poem that I missed

1:00 AM  

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