Unnamed Bar, Vermont. 10:38 PM

Just one more drink

And I’ll forget death.

Walk with me, 

I’ll be alright.

I just can’t make it home

Alone on sidewalks

City bench parkways

Endless highway night.

Sweating windows I’d

Rather drop a line

On empty glass tables.

I don’t f*****g care anymore.

There’s holes in my stomach

And I never did anything for me.

Anger cries Mary.

Vomit on the walls,

No eyes in mirror.

I forgot what love is.

Phone calls, mother, restricted,

O’ napkin penned lowlife

Which lie on “I miss you,”

Sunken sunken drunken

“Veatnik scowtish pig-f****n’

Knowitall,” 

He dies like Shakespeare

I hope, all hope 

Gone O’ Danny Boy she’s gone.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You had me at unnamed bar. I like the many lines in the poem. Drinking, walking and thinking too much can get us in trouble. I like how you ending the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Tyler Trelease]

Thank you Coyote! I suggest you check out the newest poem I've submitted, it's featured on my page and definitely one of my favorites. Much appreciated

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and I will.