Tuesday, August 7, 2018

BUMFUCK BAR POEM. by Scott Emerson




Hey, you write them horror stories
the bartender says, whyntcha write one
about this fucking joint?

It’s not yet five o’clock
shadows settle over the pool
table’s gouged felt, seep into the scars
left behind in the bar top like cuneiform
DERMY WUZ HERE
On the last stool a guy in a
trucker hat mutters into his beerfoam

Places like this are already haunted
I tell him, by men who believe a ghost
is a futile aspiration




Scott Emerson's work has recently appeared in Year's Best Hardcore Horror Vol.1, Horror Sleaze Trash, Stranger to Blue Water: A West Virginia Poetry Anthology, and Chilling Tales for Dark Nights' Horror Hill podcast. From 2010-2016 I served as facilitator for Morgantown Poets, a not-for-profit organization that hosted free literary events in Morgantown, WV. 
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