Barflies by John Drudge

Lost in heightened
Expectations
Of the possibilities
Of life
Ruins in Antarctica
And aliens
In the aftermath
He staggered 
Up to the bar
Tight as a boiled owl
Tired of answers
And the battle
With no more joy
To be had in the dance
No more picking
At the outer skin
Of sanguine
For in times of famine
The devil feeds on flies

John works as a clinical social worker and is the president of a national disability management company. He holds degrees in Social Work, Psychology, and Rehabilitation Services and has studied philosophy extensively.  He is an avid traveler and a long-term student of the martial arts holding a 3rd degree black-belt in Kempo Karate. His diverse educational and experiential background gives him a broad base from which to approach many topics in his poetry. John currently lives with his wife and two children in Caledon, Ontario, Canada.