Cup Of Gin, Bombay

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


An old broken poet, with a hunger in his eyes
for the darkening clouds coming his way
with pen and ink, he whittled a thirst
for a cup of gin, Bombay

The gin was bitter, it burned his tongue
but the swill made his mind full of song
and with a well of ink, he flung a verse
for a cup of gin, Bombay

Rolling dice in a fast lane called life
he wrote it dark into the night
of mimes in the twilight
for a cup of gin, Bombay


Submitted: July 02, 2021

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DampKitten

You have an advanced understanding of poetic elements rarely presented here. I like the way you use repetition in your pieces, the formation of stanzas, your sophisticated vocabulary.

Fri, July 2nd, 2021 6:35pm

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