Drinking Game

They drink what's left
But, alas, in vain
The alcohol's sparse
And the taste is a pain
Shot glasses are egg cups
And the tables a stool
When the alcohol's gone
They'll be left looking like fools.

Fly

Fly
Walks on a window
Pain
Within innermost brain
Eyes erratic
Wings ecstatic
Bump, bump, bump
Bump
Way out?
No such luck.

I think this poem portrays a pessimistic interpretation of the a prevalent fantasy: the ability to fly. The fly within this story is subject not only to the physical barriers - represented by the window - but also the mental barriers - the 'pain' in the fly's brain. The opening line acts as an antecedent: 'Fly' and is answered at the end of the verse a consequent: 'No such luck." In this way the ambitions of one who wishes to fly are dissolved, and so too, the hope of escape for the fly. But maybe I just wrote some words and analysed them in a way that made me sound like I know what I'm talking about...

Rain

Rain
Falling, fallen
Forlorn
Rain
Droplets
Cure the hostile
Pain
Rain
Molecules
Soar toward
Near perfect sphere
Rain droplets
Drown
The hostile
Fear

Let's see, I think this poem may be highlighting the importance of the base elements of our existence: fire, water, earth, and air, and the powerful influence the presence of these natural entities can have on our complex, cocooned, modern existence. Or, it could just be a load of bollox I came up with just now.