Thursday, March 3, 2011

I clocked my days

I clocked my days with long
pulls from the bottle, each swallow

another second spent on bleary-eyed
yesterdays. I recounted sad,

sad stories, fondling them
as prayer beads, and mumbled lines

of poetry I’d never live
to write. I liked the drunken measure.

Reveled in despair because
the one art I could master
was anguish.

© Ami Mattison

Flickr photo courtesy of simpologist

For G-Man's Friday Flash 55


  1. Jesus I can hear a Hank Williams song playing in the backgrouhd....
    Marvelous 55 Ami Mattison.
    You've caught on very quickly, now I'm going to be expecting weekly brilliance from you every Friday!!
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  2. the prayer bead part...of course its that word fondle...a sad tune on your corner jukebox tonight, pass me a cold one though... *clink*

  3. Wow - you are a wordsmith to be sure

    excellent 55

  4. "drunken measure"...wish I had thought of that

    I read "I am the master of anguish"

    Peace, hp

  5. From bleary-eyed, to repetition which reads similar to stuttering echos of alcoholism, reveals great suffering—leading to artistic creation. Also, "drunken measure" is a great double entendre given the context placement of the phrase.

  6. Thanks, y'all.

    HP and Adam, you're making me feel pretty good about "drunken measure." I spent a ridiculous amount of time debating those two words. ;)

  7. It's a hard life. You've captured it beautifully.

  8. What a cool clock & a great write.

    Rockets and Wings is my 55 this week.

  9. Spin this one between "Blue Christmas" and 'If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)." Everybody sing the blues sometime. - B

  10. Wow. Drunken measure, not at all a sunken treasure.

    Stunning 55. I just love how in so few words so much can be said.


  11. fancy and poetic 55..

    enjoy your muses, keep writing.

  12. That's one cool-ass clock, with the additional zodiac movement on it!

    (I'm a jack of all trades, master of none - not even anguish! LOL!)

  13. Amazing. The clock and your work. You really allow us to build a mental picture. Great 55.

  14. Whooaa! A tight read there! Tough memories and days of blaahh make us real masters of a certain something indeed...

    Well said in 55, my friend!

  15. No harm to a poet to master anguish. Well written 55.

  16. Great poem! A sad picture you've painted with deft strokes of your artisan pen. Well said.