Friday, August 1, 2025

gone By John Grochalski


tonight 

i sit here in this bar

drunk on vodka

and memories


your obituary on my phone


thinking about those nights

of indestructible youth


when we drove around the city aimlessly

sucking on cans of beer


stealing pitchers of beer

swimming in rivers of beer


thinking time was infinite


and that the muse

would forever be


at our

beck and call.







John Grochalski is the author of the poetry collections, The Noose Doesn’t Get Any Looser After You Punch Out (Six Gallery Press 2008), Glass City (Low Ghost Press, 2010), In The Year of Everything Dying (Camel Saloon, 2012), Starting with the Last Name Grochalski (Coleridge Street Books, 2014), and The Philosopher’s Ship (Alien Buddha Press, 2018). He is also the author of the novels, The Librarian (Six Gallery Press 2013), and Wine Clerk (Six Gallery Press 2016).  Grochalski currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, where the garbage can smell like roses if you wish on it hard enough.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Old Friends Meet for a Glass By Trish Saunders

After we praise our fish tacos, drain our margarita glasses,  ask after each other’s jobs (oh, forgot you don’t have one) find other ways to...