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I Need Another Scotch

Updated on June 2, 2012

What do I do now throw my hands up wave a white flag and surrender

Stagnant unmoving emotions on a roller coaster of disaster

No more to the point of staggering off a cliff free falling

Well maybe it’s even more than that unscrew the top pour a shot

They say if you hold a bird to long it loses all since of self, crippled by dependency

No independence, wait clipped wings don’t grow back do they

Oh hell the sense I’m making, none take a sip

Too many hours spent going over this road map called, what, life?

Damn what was the name of that psychiatrist? Just as well, probably

Put a spell on me instead of helping me to figure out my self

Lie on his couch watching his luscious mouth

Each word he forms making me warm

His deep expressive eyes undressing me, yep I know what

He’s thinkin and I’m thinking it too next one make it a double no ice

Okay I’m putting the glass down everything is becoming

Muddled scuttled there’s a rattle going off inside my brain

Laughter, is someone else in the room with me or

Am I going insane?

Oh okay it just me then again I think the

Man on TV is speaking let me turn up the sound

“Are you sitting alone in a dark room talking to yourself? Well if you are you might

Want to get off the damn couch and turn on some lights” the bottle is empty

I need another scotch

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    • saddlerider1 profile image

      saddlerider1 5 years ago

      My drink was Jack and he was more than a friend to me on a few occasions, talk to myself, that I did. Yet it was a delight to get tight and stay out of the bar or else I'd be in a fight and that was a fright to say the least.

      Jack and I parted company a year after my divorce, why you say? because Jack took a smack when he almost did me in for the grim state my soul was in and the loss of a 20 yr marriage gone wrong song.

      Now I am a wine sipper and thus I scribe, it loosens up the tongue and works the grey matter to spatter a few verses now and then upon the pages of the Hubs.

      Well done, I enjoyed this great piece along with all your wonderful illustrations. Rated Up and Awesome and more.

    • sligobay profile image

      sligobay 5 years ago from east of the equator

      What a terrific stream of unconsciousness. Cheers.

    • epigramman profile image

      epigramman 5 years ago

      ....another great one by a really great writer whom I just re-discovered; life is funny that way isn't it - there are poets and then there are writers who write poetry - you are of the latter category and that puts you on another level entirely .......

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      Ashantina 6 years ago

      its so easy to reach for something outside ourselves to numb the pain..

    • Dim Flaxenwick profile image

      Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain

      Great poem, just hope this person doesn´t go down the path of my friend in hub(The problem is denying there´s a problem)

      Well written, lively as always. Thank you.

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      It's graphic and visceral - but - - - well. what? It's sadder than one should choose to be. Hope it was simply incredibly good imaginative writing, Ek. If so - that's quite an imagination! That psychiatrist sounds very biological.

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      Augustine A Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

      Smooth and dry. Hope the next time you have a drink it's in happier settings. Thanks again for sharing.

    • Mentalist acer profile image

      Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      Liquid reflections coming into defiance of the fog,well written ek ellis.;)

    • mylife=adventure profile image

      Casey Coulter 6 years ago from Wisconsin

      Please may you pour me a glass as well. Know the feeling. The next morning is never so great. Not like the night before was much better anyways. Anyways Great Poem!

      Stay Happy and True - Mylife