I wrote this poem over thirty five years ago when I was living in Ireland. It’s my second response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Character Study
And whose are these eyes
Sunk in thick-brimming liquid oblivion?
And whose are these mouths,
Uncontrollable rubber bands
Chewing on unspoken words
They spit tastelessly back in the glass?
Leaning in putrid puddles
On mahogany counters of gloom,
Their overwound heads tick-tock on
Like the springs of an open clock
Until closing time,
When their lonely souls
Throw silent shadows in the lamplight.
© Kim M. Russell
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