Eyes Full of Empty by Alan Catlin

Three old men slumped over
dimly lit café table, lit by one
almost spent candle stuffed in
fish shaped bottle, encrusted
with hardened wax, their eyes
swollen most of the way shut,
cracked lips glistening with
residues, a sticky mess left behind
by pure absinthe distilled into sugar
cubes, sucked dry the way
the green fairies drained
the life from these men, now
more than  three quarters dead,
like something out of Van Gogh,
one brush stroke away from oblivion.

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Alan Catlin is a widely published poet in the US of A and elsewhere. His most recent book is “Books of the Dead: a memoir with poetry” about the deaths of his parents. He is a retired professional barman and the editor of the online poetry zine misfitmagazine.net.

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