Not Saved

Not Saved
by A. Jezzy
i raised my beer bottle
towards the sky, watching
the sunlight obscure through
the amber bottle. slowly
it tilted and i listened
to the last few drops
sizzle on the pavement
between my feet
the crowd flew by as
my mute voice sang
out “support underage
alcoholics”
and no one turned
around. Blue walked up
and ruffled my hair as he sat
beside me. “hey help
me get this girl drunk
so i can have sex with her”
instantly a man gave him twenty
dollars and a blessing.
Blue walked off leaving me
with my scars glistening in the rare
San Francisco sunlight. a boy
with similar patterns
called me beautiful, gave
me a hug and walked away before
i could respond. i watched
the back of his head long
after he disappeared
knowing we were the soldiers
that danced through gunfire
to help a wounded comrade.
the ones that sit together;
one leaves and both silently
die.
Blue came and went leaving
me with a beer in each
hand to watch seagulls
bombard the pier
with blotches of hate.
i took a swish from the old
english in my left
and the newcastle in my other
left and crawled deeper
into the marshmallow tunnels
of my mind.

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  1. “i took a swish from the old
    english in my left
    and the newcastle in my other
    left and crawled deeper
    into the marshmallow tunnels
    of my mind.”
    whew. that hits me hard where there’s been a wallowing. It’s good to meet a fellow lower-case ‘i’ poet. Hi. nice to meet ya. i think we’ve all had moments where we are reflective, lingering, hovering, outside of life almost, to the point of melancholia…but not everyone can bring to light and touch the essence of this moment like how you’ve done here. There are so many doldrums in our existence. no wind. no joy. no point. or is there? questions questions… like staring at a mirror. thx for sharing!

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