Clouding of judgement
By bravery in a bottle
Have another drink
You’ll think you’re invincible
Until the painful morning
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Mephitic Fool
Mephitic fool
On barfly stool
Swills his fifth of bourbon.
He sounds the alarm
Falls and fractures his arm
Now he needs a surgeon.
In a sling his arm hangs
Ivory cast helps the pangs
But not his inimical perversion.
Bartenders threshold was met
Exhaling vapor of cigarette
By poison now he’s unburdened.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24
Always With A Drink (Tanka)
Always with a drink
Not to sustain the body
But to numb the soul
Cowardice in a bottle
Shows weakness of character
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drinking Dulls The Pain
Drinking dulls the pain,
Feeding the same worn excuse,
Permitting abuse,
Damaging family and friends,
Leaving no external scars.
Yet wounds just as real
Bleed, becoming infected,
Contagious with time,
Perpetuating sickness
For generations to come.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Devils In The Cocktails
Image Credit: dexknows.com
A blinding rage sparked
When intemperance takes hold
Leaving families scarred
Physical and mental pain
The ones you love made victims
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Make it a Double
Smell of cigarettes,
Stale beer stains,
Threadbare carpet,
Old men,
Hunched over mahogany,
Varnish long faded,
Years of harsh use,
Stained glass,
Discolored by smokey haze,
Dirty ashtrays,
Artwork for the nicotine addicted,
Spilled whiskey,
Tears,
Young men,
Worn beyond their years,
Chasing elder dreams,
Following their path,
Door to stool and back,
Work feeds addiction,
Paycheck to paycheck,
All to payoff the devil,
Memories of yesterday,
Expunged by today,
Innocuous when numb,
Hey bartender…
Make it a double!
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Demon Alcohol – Haiku
Credit – gopaultech.com
Burying the pain
Alcohol numbs the senses
Leaving us hollow
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Tragedy Hits Home
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Crass and cranky,
Scarcely a kind word to anyone,
Including himself,
Bitter and hateful,
Blaming everyone for his shortcomings,
Except for himself,
The family,
The job,
Restraining him from achieving success.
Never without a glass,
Always a glass of amber in hand,
Served to enhance his misery.
Another drink,
“I’ll have just one more”, he would say,
The one we called Jekyll and Hyde.
The children loved him,
But children didn’t like him,
Too scared and too young to confront.
A wife living for better or worse,,
Traumatized into silence,
Who would he be when he came home at night?
A frustrated virtuoso,
Sculpture, oils, watercolors, pastels,
So much talent needlessly thrown away.
On a stormy day all was lost,
His family, his art and his life,
Sadness in a bottle his solitary friend.
Did the Lord,
Or did his demons call him home,
A mystery until we join our maker,
Destructive and demoralizing,
Living under bourbons shadow,
Souls touched that will never be healed.
Dom DiFrancesco 