salad bar midget

I stared longingly ready for a bowl of
potato soup and lifted my foot
in anticipation of the
forward motion that would
carry me closer to a bowl of
potatoes and bacon bits and
creamy broth

and I spotted the salad bar girl
doing salad bar things in the
soup area adjacent to the salad bar

and i noticed she was a midget and my
foot hovered a non perceptible
inch off the ground as every muscle in my
body tightened and i froze

scared shitless by this weird perfectly
normal salad bar eat N park midget.

qwerty

what is is observational from my day
i often wonder sitting here
in front of keys
in front of an empty page

i think through the day
and i can remember only
a hangover
liquid
and another great sense
of fluid
well-lubricated
well-being.

FUCK

FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER ILL KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
said the man in the black shirt
cowboy boots
cowboy hat.

he seemed so angry and I wondered at what.
I was so happy he was on the other side of the street.

I sipped my beer and stared at my book
avoided the anger and
dreaded conflict
considering how good my day
was going.

so far.

virtue

two bit three bit
one shit floor shit

spend my days drinking more shit
and my mornings wondering why,
shit.

hangover juice coffee work
is my everyday
same day
routine.

I want to break free
and forth and
re-discover this
word called virtue

never found in a bottle.
i think.

27

how does one make it to 27
so sexy, so sweet, so single.
escaping the lure of bad news bad guys
with their sweet bikes
and bad attitudes
oh wait you did it
with the poise and grace
you used to dodge my advances.

$80 bar tab

I'd rather spend 80 dollars
at the bar than
80 dollars at the hip
euro trash store down the street

because the well stitched indian threads
in the H&M shirt might tell a different

more permanent story I would
prefer to live my own

hazy forgotten tale.

$80 bar tab

you can't put a price
on the cast of characters
that rolls through the bar
on a windy cold thursday

you could put an ad on craigs
or on a telephone pole

but not expect the sort of out
of sorts that comes out
on a windy thursday.

a bunch of drunken fools.
drunken bartenders and their
birthday friends and us.

we roll the dice and throw the drinks
and hope that the glasses land booze
side up and we land in the same damn
bar stool again.
the next night.