Identical twin

As the moon croaks

A winking blink of an eye barely closed

You cast a shiver down your own throat

And across your back

Safe in the knowledge that all is as its seems

And the jokes and the pokes

You believe to be tales told after sixteen pints

From a night on the ale

That would shave the hairs of next doors cat

Are no more than that


Whilst you moan that nothing will ever be the same

Since you seem to have lost the knack

To surrender your body to a full night of sleep

As you toss and you turn in hesitant sweats

Of organically grown frights of ghouls and ghosts

And make-believe monsters of hairy tooth claw

That seem to lurk behind every curtain and door


But the mirror reveals an uncanny resemblance

To someone you know

Your well-hidden identical twin

Who only comes out when you are drunk as a skunk

And falls over every stationary can and bin

You know the one the dancing twin

Whose got a gob like charm

Full of smarm

Until you stop

Roll over close your eyes

And snore the snore of a fire breathing dragon

until the hour of twelve the following day

where the dragon and your brother are banished for weeks

until the next time you decide to swallow

several pints of bishop’s finger, with black sheep

and a certain kind of old peculia

◄ Sunning themselves

Sexless ►


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Martin Elder

Wed 15th Aug 2018 23:09

Thanks David for liking this
cheers mate

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Martin Elder

Wed 15th Aug 2018 23:03

Thanks to Ferris for liking

and thanks to you big Sal for commenting. yes there are a few people around who have these half life alto egos that come out only at night.


Big Sal

Wed 15th Aug 2018 15:06

I've known several people like this. The personification really brought out the personality of the poem's subject. Well done again Martin, it came out great.

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Martin Elder

Mon 13th Aug 2018 16:21

Thanks to Darren and Anya for liking. Thanks also to Taylor peter, Colin, Kate and Rose for commenting.

Peter I know what you mean about such a quantity. I drink very little now days. So be assured this is not based on me.

I think perhaps you are right Col , It probably would work well as a live piece

Rose I suspect after that level of intake, rolling over and sleeping would be all I would be capable of.

Thanks again everybody


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Rose Casserley

Sun 12th Aug 2018 23:43

don't know about 'roll over close your eyes' but I do know about roll over yet another stonker by Mr E!

Rose ?

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Sun 12th Aug 2018 21:55

Fantastic Martin

<Deleted User> (13762)

Sun 12th Aug 2018 19:36

wonderful rhythm to this Martin - defo one for the open mic nights. Cheers, Col.

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Peter Taylor

Sun 12th Aug 2018 19:19

Sixteen pints! I feel drunk at the thought...
still enjoyed the poem, though - thanks.
Peter T

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sun 12th Aug 2018 18:32

Excellent Martin loved it. Thank you ?

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