Heard Late at a Bar (emailed April 21)

May 21, 2017 admin No comments exist

Heard Late at a Bar


Bitterness is my brew baby
the entire keg, especially
the drippy dregs. I shake em
up and slug em down. Mmm
nothing tastes better than
the defeat inside defeat
surrender without contest.

Happening without fanfare
without anyone in attendance.
So bitter is my brew and so
shit-shaken my gnarled soul.
But let’s just keep this tale
between me and you, OK?



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