Corner Bar Poetics

Hey you, the one reading this. Are you here
for some morbid curiosity, to see if these
words are sour roses? If so, geradeaus.

You won’t be disappointed, unlike
the Missys and Michelles of the world
for whom I was just a bland banana,
a dusty peach, a mealy apple.

These days, I string letters together
for trick combinations, as likely
to scratch as I am to sink the called
shot but only after a six pack, smoke
screens, and a jukebox that encourages
more more more. Hang around. You’re
in for a long night. Will you remember it?

4.7.11