Wednesday, January 28, 2009

happy hour at the doomed romance bar (a poem)




happy hour at the doomed romance bar


she jacks off a coors bottle
& the label peels like sunburn.

you lean toward the heat
when whatever's been hanging
like a tire swing
from your right nostril
releases,
then crashes,
onto your wall street journal.

like the great wall of china
it just sits there.



(from the chapbook STUNNED BY THE MOMENT, 1990 - also published in Slipstream (i think))

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