maybe tomorrow
everything around me was ugly
including the paintings on the walls
the very walls that keep moving in
one ugly inch every hour
the newspaper scrawled out on the table
reeked of ugliness
delivered by the acne-plagued paperboy
on a dreary saturday morning
i looked outside and noticed the sun
hid behind hideous clouds
and i remember asking myself
why is everything so ugly
i decided to stay inside
and selected a rock glass off the shelf
setting it next to a bottle of jack
who was the ugliest son-of-a-bitch
i ever did meet
march two thousand thirteen
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A sad story – alcoholism is such a monster and very ugly. Very real portrayal of what it must feel like, John. K
Yes, it is a sad story, Kathleen, most addictions are.
I love the conversational tone of this piece. I totally get it when the world looks ugly and depressing. I love this poem. I love “acne-plagued paper-boy.” A favorite of mine is a poem by Joshua Mehigan, called Ugly Ohio. Publish this one.
I didn’t sense the presence of addiction, more the “blah everything is damn ugly.”
lucy
The title doesn’t fit the poem by my lights. Ugly is the best title in my mind.
Thanks so much for your input on this one, Lucy. I struggled with the title…but I must agree I see more depression than anything else. The bottle is just an object.
Very sad indeed!