We're the Ezine dedicated to all things barroom. We are slightly off what others consider the norm and always the last to close the bar. If you prefer the local dive bar to the glitz of some overpriced club then you're our kind of people. So welcome grab a drink and enjoy.
Saturday, July 27, 2019
KUDZU LAMENT. By Terrence Sykes
got laid off again
drank my last beer
from the six-pack
tossed it over the hill
that damn kudzu
creeps every night
swear one morning
gonna wake up & find
this old trailer & myself
strangled in its clutches
Terrence Sykes is a GASP Gay Alcoholic Southern Poet & was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia. Although he is a far better cook & gardener – his poetry - photography - flash fiction has been published in India, Mauritius,Scotland, Spain and the USA. ..Other interests include heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles .
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