Thursday, March 25, 2010

barfly revisited

by Alan Catlin

all those
nights waking
up in back
alleys or on
flop house
floors were
beginning to
take a fatal
toll on his
body& his
mind that
thought split
lips black
eyes & scabbed
knuckles were
a fashion
statement &
that he could
make a habit
of calling
out the bar
tender like
some lyric
poet barfly

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