Twenty Tippled Years From Today
July 27th, 2008 . by jacksonpLooking at journals as I prepare to move, I came across this sonnet I wrote some time in ‘97 or ‘98. Forgot I used to write sonnets.
Twenty tippled years from today, sitting
On a rough hewn and slatted porch, musing
With a mason jar in hand and sipping
Gin with a ragged smile, grown more puckered
By the years of smoke filled neglect and kisses
Stolen between odd jobs assigned to me
By my comrade, my patron, Saint Golious,
Twenty tippled years and I will think about you.
Twenty years of liquid truth will not wash
Away the remembrance of things past and thoughts
Marcel and Billy would both be proud to own.
Thoughts of hard laughter, hard drink, hard times.
i’d like to know what you think about your own sonnet here. this would be a good cup of coffee with you. say you dug it up from ‘97 or ‘98. usually we find gems from the past and shudder. i hope you found this and celebrated. i like it. i like the quatrain in the end, the play on words and titles before the names. and i particularly like that last line with the “Thought of hard laughter, hard drink, hard times.” that line just sounds hardcore.
i love this poem!
Love the sonnet, want to memorize it.