bar 1

she asked if he needed another drink

he nodded and smiled 

had he any courage he would have said no

just someone pretty like yourself

to talk to

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8.10

a bar fight 

a skull fracture

no one knows who did it

deep in the forest

far away 

a lonely dog

calls out

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july love

she was filling out unemployment forms 

gulping polish vodka

an easy forgotten sense of safety rocked toe to heel in the darkest corner of the bar

he lit a newport @ the edge of her lip and

with hopes of having her

played therapist   

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type.writer -ix

i carried paper with me
everywhere

in a knapsack
or an overcoat pocket in the winters
of west side chicago

alleyways
my back against bricks
i held them under weak hanging
lights threading open mics

the Appalachian trail
did not stop me

the subway trains
the bars
the libraries (of course)
into parks where the sky
opened up all my thoughts

often i lay them out
beside my jack
 rocks

i felt the social
vacuum
around me

dead air

i didn't
care
so alive
was i