Drifters and other dead men
consume the devil’s soda
during daylight hours
so their rented rooms
won’t seem as ugly
in the darkness
Has the girl at the end of the bar
ever had a poem written for her?
Will anyone ever tell her
it’s not the sum of her scars that matter,
but how she comes back from them?
The recluse drinking alone
wears rust as a second skin
A baker’s dozen of stories
sits written behind his eyes
In a place like this,
non sequiturs and brazen associations
come one whiskey at a time
Michael N. Thompson likes bacon, cats and fantasy football. His poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals including Word Riot, Toronto Quarterly and San Pedro River Review. He is the author of four poetry collections. Michael’s newest project is his first novel, Sympathy For The Devil. www.michaelnthompson.com
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