Friday, May 17, 2019

The Crow's Nest by Barbara A Meier

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The Crow's Nest, 
where the alcohol swirls 
in glass orbs of LSD glass
where the anger melts and drips 
down the sides and laughter 
creases the vinyl stools.

Buck up to the bar, boys. 
The women play Keno and speak 
of spanking butts and the men laugh 
at spiders the size of fists.  The ocean
plays a tune outside the bar window
where the smell of grass permeates the parking lot. 
The  sadness in the silliness of a beer.







 Barbara A Meier teaches kindergarten in Gold Beach, OR. This is her last year though because she no longer wants to be a child tamer. She has to self medicate too much. She has been published in The Poeming Pigeon, Cacti Fur, TL;DR Press Women’s Anthology, Bangor Literary Review, Sum, and Founder’s Favorites. She has a micro-chapbook coming out this summer from Ghost City Press, Wildfire LAL 6.



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