Don’t Go to a Bar, poem, steven james humphreys
Spiritual and beyond

Don’t Go to a Bar

Don’t Go to a Bar.

you don’t have to go

that

far.

you’ll find people

like me

there

hiding

behind

thickened

skins.

don’t get in a car.

a bar is a bar is a bar…

no matter if it’s

rock and roll,

country or

a classy piano bar.

no one escapes

the light of day

except those

who belong

to the darkened

night.

for, evil sleeps

resting

where it will.

their

libation

clenched

in

their

hands

like

prayer

sitting

amongst

rows

of

strangers

drinking

of

their

God.

 

 

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