Tonight's Poet Corner: Stout In A Drought
Stout In A Drought
by Belinda Roddie
pub life under hot lights
the phantom collects coins and cans,
all emptied of the liquid strife
that now soaks our swollen intestines
you and I
you and I
you and I are lonely
huddled on the corner stools
draining tar from pitchers, drooling
over deep fried residue
outside it's a cold night
a cigarette or two is shared
the growing chill is amplified
when equal parts depression's paired
by Belinda Roddie
pub life under hot lights
the phantom collects coins and cans,
all emptied of the liquid strife
that now soaks our swollen intestines
you and I
you and I
you and I are lonely
huddled on the corner stools
draining tar from pitchers, drooling
over deep fried residue
outside it's a cold night
a cigarette or two is shared
the growing chill is amplified
when equal parts depression's paired
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