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

Are we

are we, drunk, billiards, poetry, steven humphreys

Are we of God? did small pieces break off him so he wouldn't be alone? animals don't soul search they don't require family therapists no one has to tell them anything they are who they should be 'themselves' they are the genuine souls abounding they wonder not what death is like but what of us? … Continue reading Are we