The Local Drunk

November 13, 2009 at 7:57 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 13 Comments
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who acts like he owns the place
cos he does
wakes up each morning to his magic
martini these days
more fictional breathing
sea air and minimising
exaggeration and pianola
plunking why not revolution
like a memoire revolution
why not
in a clockwork watch
til one damns the obvious cliche
play that Tom Waits one again
he says stumbling
my way

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  1. “why not revolution
    like a memoire?
    revolution, why not?”
    a second memoire is one step closer to revolutionary research if I’m not mistaken?
    and btw. interesting contrast between
    “I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all
    And I stood tall ” and “he says stumbling:my way”

    I dunno about others, but I like it: this way…

    Comment by Ana — November 14, 2009 #

  2. Clockwork watches have that damned tick tick that you can’t ignore, eh. That’s the sensible comment (apart from damned fine slurry perfection) and the other is just a chuckle. Right here > <

    Comment by Narnie — November 14, 2009 #

  3. Love your dual use of “revolution” — so many senses and contexts for that one word, multi-faceted and endless possibilities and cycles. Your blog is a delight!

    Comment by Thomma Lyn — November 14, 2009 #

  4. lol ‘my way’ ever popular at drunken karaoke – very nice Mr Squires :)

    Comment by Samantha — November 14, 2009 #

  5. You have your own little universe here in gingatao and each character is conjured up with such acute observation and magic and they are just wonderful, colourful creations. The progression of interior dialogue as happens when drunk, and the ending is just spot on. Would the song be ‘the piano has been drinking’?

    Comment by Gabrielle Bryden — November 14, 2009 #

  6. like a memoir revolution, thats beautiful and this poem is so alive, its wonderful

    Comment by tipota — November 14, 2009 #

  7. God it’s all so familiar. Vivid portrait Gingatao xJ

    Comment by Anonymous — November 15, 2009 #

  8. The local drunk lives forever and everywhere — being so local that we all know him, even now far away, as you wonderfully stand him up, this eternal out of syncopation guy.

    Comment by Aletha — November 15, 2009 #

  9. This is my favorite poems to date, in my opinion. The craft, the sounds, clever and has this cohesiveness throughout, wonderful.

    Comment by harmonie22 — November 16, 2009 #

  10. hello squires… a good spout of drinking makes everything so clear and concise… no troubles, no worries and the best of thoughts come so quickly.. most pleasant was the fictional breathing… as if alice in wonderland spoke outloud during a snooze…

    Comment by pieceofpie — November 16, 2009 #

  11. Love this Paul… my choice of Tom Waits would be The Piano Has Been Drinking.

    Comment by gnunn — November 16, 2009 #

  12. Oh yes a character I know so well, though you draw him with more sympathetic detail than I’d have uncovered myself. I’m not sure whether to laugh with him or cry… wonderful words as ever Paul!

    Comment by Tracey — November 17, 2009 #

  13. (((YOU))))

    Im reading and catching up to you…I love this piece, and adore it even more as it was wrote on my birthday…
    Haha! Amber! (((((((((((((((you)))))))))))))))))

    Comment by Amber — January 29, 2010 #


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