let’s cut through it I’m just a man, nothing more and the way you did your eyes tonight is sexy the shape of your face reminds me of a girl I used to know someone who used me not her fault, I deserved it she was sexy too so is your face I can’t tellContinue reading “Just a Bukowski Tonight”
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Perch
Perch adjusts the 50″ flat screen in his grasp, scared paranoid above anything else of allowing it to touch the sidewalk. The way they make these things now, they’re almost designed to shatter. His mind babbles, groans, mutters.
Seven
When morning creeps, across the floor toes drag And make a mockery of ev’ry step The mirrored glass reflects two eyes that sag And raises doubts as to how well they slept Those liquored drinks that trickled smoothly down Bar-tenders fed with ev’ry dollar spent The raucous rush that swept them across town Confusion asContinue reading “Seven”
the cursed bar-bound
we wretched few who crowd our over-impulsed and under-nourished selves into tightly compressed spaces with little air and small escape routes with added little chance of survival past age – whatever twenty five, maybe who cares maybe we’ll live forever who knows
maybe I do have a problem
when you’re walking in the front door in daylight and the barmaid’s putting up the sign outside and you have to check your watch and ask for confirmation that the bar is in fact open and she congratulates you on being the first customer of the day when you sit at the empty bar andContinue reading “maybe I do have a problem”
the city claims another
just watched a seagull walking limp, wounded in flight wandering in the street like a poor drunkard so transfixed was I by such a sad sight I didn’t see the taxi cab until it was upon him the bird spread its wings lamely hopping out of the way straight into the path of another cabContinue reading “the city claims another”
here’s to the maiden
she’s sat here for a hundred years, at this bar before it was even built, she was here winking at Johns and Jims, asking their story since time began, she’s been here many men have known her love, and her fury have kicked her from the bed in the middle of the night cursing herContinue reading “here’s to the maiden”
one more time
every time I sit on this stool and drink and think and write I see the truth and come to realizations hoping that when I leave when I walk home to bed I will be a step closer to peace and my life will be different when I wake nothing changes I’ll finish my drinkContinue reading “one more time”
dutch courage
ripped jeans and sunken eyes an accent changing with the second hand claims of fame but proof only of ruin “drunk” written ‘cross his brow he may not get a date tonight but he might get arrested he is the “Dutch Courage” incident
