There’s a face in the Picture ,
there’s a face in the picture that’s just faded out ;
there was a face in the picture that you could clearly see
there was a face in the picture that was standing next to you and me ;
the face in the picture was smiling ,laughing ,grinning ,
the face was doing what most faces do ;
the face in the picture had a name , had a life , had a home , had a child
but the face in the picture doesn’t ” have ” any of these anymore ;
it’s another face in a newspaper
a face that’s a story ,
a face we won’t see anymore ;
” 4 buckets of vodka and red bull ,
20 bottles of lager ,
shots of Sambuca and Jack Daniels
during a 36 hour binge “.
The report concluded :-
452 microgrammes of alcohol per 100 millilitres of urine
death from alcohol toxicity are expected at 350 microgrammes.
But the face in the Picture didn’t know that.
A factual but compelling, intense,and eloquent tragic testament.One of Louis’s best poems this year.
The impatient Devil unable to bear Father Time’s patient methods ensures expedition of the doomed soul’s inexorable descent into hell !
Profound write. Louis says so much without saying much. Subtle.
The most complicated thing to be is simple. That goes for writing too. This stands there, where plain words go deep beyond the everyday matters.