This was an idea that was born in the heat of last nights (26th July) “July in the round” at the Bluebird Cafe. The first 7 or 8 lines I had to carry carefully home, as well as the germ of the review, in case they drifted away like a mist. Inspiration knows how to pick its moments. Second sets are always interesting when you have an idea to nurture as well as a show to enjoy.
99. The bottle. (26th July 2015.)
The bottle was filled,
Full up with whisky,
From the bottom to its top,
And I would drink it all,
All straight back again,
All the way to falling down,
And then slow and careful,
I will go and stand up,
In the staggering way,
Of a hurtful brand new day,
Then picking up its glass shell,
Take the spirit of the night just gone,
Back to the Inn,
To put back in,
An amber body,
Into this glass shell,
To give the spirit substance,
And an empty shell that holds it precious,
A meaning and a reason,
To get up tomorrow morning,
After once more falling,
Or do I mean laying,
No.
I definitely mean.
Falling.
Down.
© Jim Laing 2015.
