dead barfly

dead barfly

 

they spoke with reverence

of you

as you lay on your cold slab

eyes bloodshot from drink

 

the stories you used to tell

could keep a bar standing 

on the rim of beer glasses

without spilling a drop of insight

 

dry coaster

dry humor

dry tears

 

you were fun once

but the laughter

is now as cold

as your slab

 

just another body for the underground camp

sleep overs

an eternity brings

the only permission needed

is a few bucks for the tip.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/23/23

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A sad story unfolding. From warmth to coldness, a relationship can turn on a dime. From live to dead, it can turn in the nick of time.
Sad, cold imagery in this one.
May she rest in peace!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dead before dead...thanks for your understanding words, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome sir Jacob