Don’t Go to a Bar

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

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 … Continue reading Don’t Go to a Bar

Open all day all night

Open all day all night in light of dear Bukowski I think we could have been friends after a fist fight or two. but, the man loved his cats and I love mine to death a bond that can't be broken cats lovely cats how I love thee so wonderful and great a love for … Continue reading Open all day all night

Work 25 years

work 25 years, retire, alcohol, bar, depressed, unstable

Life doesn't go anywhere MONEY we don't live forever FOOD love while you can ALCOHOL get a good job sell your soul work 25 years have a retirement party go home throw up in that toilet you should've cleaned better (but, we don't care much then nor will we probably remember much thereafter...) and pass … Continue reading Work 25 years

Withering away in Winogaritaville

wine-garitaville, poetry, steven humphreys

Livin' in Spain a lot (drinking 'shots' while humming my old tune...) withering away in winogaritaville man it's H  O  T! pouring insane jalapeno sauce (like gravy) over half-baked tater tots temperature risin' connectin' all life's obscure dots one rusty robot playing slots like one 'hot shot' I'm so... N  O  T stomach tied in … Continue reading Withering away in Winogaritaville