Nightmare at the Liquor Store

Nightmare at the Liquor Store, poem, steven james humphreys

Nightmare at the Liquor Store

man behind the counter

I couldn’t understand

a word he said

in gibberish

were all out

that they had no more

and weren’t ever

getting any more

went to another


same damned thing

except they carried

plenty of sarsaparilla.

and, the mere thought of it

made me puke all over

the guy

behind the counter

who also wasn’t

from here

who in retaliation

pushed the button

and his backpack

blew the liquor store

and he and I in

a million bloody





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