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blunt trauma

March 27, 2016 13 Comments

this isn’t my kind of bar
my teeth are crooked
blunt trauma
and my nose has been broken
from putting my face
through a windshield
the lady next to me
is fussing, nasally squealing
because her drink
has no olive
the glasses are clean
too clean
all the talk
the cacophonous din
deafening
is about dirty money
noisy money
rustling for attention
and none of these women
will dance on the bar tonight
none of these men
will fight out back tonight
the beer is good
tho–
whiskey is next
my thoughts, not yet slurring
maybe I’ll stay a bit
maybe one of these men
will fight me
out back
where the night
never speaks of defeat


slightly modified #oldstuff. I’ve been looking for this damn poem for a while. Found it.

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  1. pixieannie says

    March 27, 2016 at 12:50 pm

    I for one a, glad you found it…I can smell the whisky.

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    • Eric says

      March 27, 2016 at 12:55 pm

      Thank you, Annie. I’ve written a lot of bar poems, but this simple thing has always been meaningful to me.

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  2. tiffanybeingfree says

    March 27, 2016 at 1:09 pm

    Whiskey. Yes! It makes us powerful…no defeat.

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    • Eric says

      March 27, 2016 at 1:56 pm

      I might have experienced defeat a few times, but the night will never tell 😉

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      • tiffanybeingfree says

        March 27, 2016 at 2:20 pm

        Haha! Message received. Yet there was probably a new lesson learned, in which the seeming defeat was actually a victory! ❤️

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        • Eric says

          March 27, 2016 at 2:58 pm

          This is true 🙂

          Reply
  3. Writer of Sins says

    March 27, 2016 at 2:27 pm

    I really liked this poem. Very good visual imagery.

    Reply
    • Eric says

      March 27, 2016 at 2:58 pm

      Thank you so much. I’m glad you liked this.

      Reply
  4. Ori.46 says

    March 27, 2016 at 4:03 pm

    Very good 🙂

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    • Eric says

      March 27, 2016 at 6:29 pm

      Well, thank you 🙂

      Reply
  5. princenothing says

    March 27, 2016 at 9:36 pm

    I guess it makes me wonder why on earth the “narrator” is looking for a fight. I’d venture to guess nothing else is providing a thrill, and stagnation is imminent, that disillusionment is everywhere he’s looking in this bar and in himself- so he might as well engage in that primitive contest to feel alive.

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    • Eric says

      March 27, 2016 at 9:48 pm

      I’d venture a guess that everyone has their own take on a poem, its meaning(s), and why it was written. Sincerely, I appreciate you reading even if it wasn’t your thing. I hope you’re having a great Sunday.

      Reply
  6. princenothing says

    March 28, 2016 at 9:26 pm

    The best poems always leave some room for interpretation.

    Reply

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