On Watching Three Old Drinkers

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? […]