Wine for breakfast

[billy]

there's a reall feel of of wine drinker in the poem and some great imagery. i think you could lose a couple of words without losing anything of narrative. while the love aspect obviously plays a part in the poem, it feels a little like i've read about it before in other poems. the couplet felt a bit forced to me, but it may work for others.

a really good read and one i'll read again
welcome to the site, and thanks for the great feedback you've given elsewhere.

When you wake up
for the first time
after a weeklong bender is week long one word?
besotted by barbarism,
brought by the bottle and the poke ; some great B sounds which create an strong after image of the night before.
the television screaming with i can't remember watching tv while getting pissed but to each their own
second rate ads
and cut throat capitalism -
You realize you might have a problem. good conclusion to a headache for the morning drinker.

When your heart is broken cliche but works well enough to use
by someone you were never
really sure you were dating,normally really doesn't add anything but it adds that 50/50 of are we aren't we
and love only comes as a way to stave off loneliness is [only] needed?
and a mad drummer moves into your spare room i'd like to see more of the mad drummer
after 6 months exile, it becomes obvious to have
wine for breakfast. it's better than egg and bacon...(almost)

The haze of a silver screen starlet beams across
50 years, still alive and dripping with sex. fifty
Enchanted by her nebulous eyes
calling to recall a passionate evening
rolled in sand and sea foam,
distant city-lights bathing everything silver and timeless-
hair the colour of sunset,
hands the skeletons of birds,
lips the colour of wine wine coloured lips feels a bit obvious
playing Rhapsody’s across my flesh.
Confusing love for lust again.

They say that “Love is the only cure”;
It’s also often the cause.