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ISSUE #11 - MAY 2009
poetry

bartender

(sxc.hu)

Bartender, Oh Bartender!

mine eyes espy the glory of the ending of another day work
with no clue what role my efforts play in within the large scheme
and (psst) just between you and me...that new supervisor a real jerk
assigning my exemplary skills and talents what appears as a losing team!

no way out of this death sentence nefarious trap
except to drown displeasure downing booze or even house brand beer
which drunken state the only way to prevent axons and synapses to snap
and quickly cause tenuous grasp on sanity to become rent asunder and tear!

now, not a moment to delay
for this conga line employer manned gravy train
departs the tracks seven minutes to five -- hip hooray
whereby i can anesthetize this sorely overtaxed brain!

these remaining 420 seconds tick by like the pace of a snail
to this myopic eyes the clock seems to reverse itself in time
this must be some cruel cheap trick holding hostage this randy male
whose manly fuels excitement meeting babes reason i be like busta rhyme!

hop on the bandwagon the aim
to get out from this cramped cubicle and make a made dash
for fermented elixir cherished like some infatuation with a female flame
which magic to forget cares of an uncertain world wrought immediate in a flash!

now the cogs, gears and wheels that turn, whir and spin
within me mental discerned centrifuge come to a grinding halt
as the modern day whistles blows closing time in that barely audible din
which means the motley crew will be heading to a favorite watering hole for ale or malt!

ah, that cool amber liquid of the gods soothes the palate and the tongue
nothing (nada even bling) compares to dulling the senses under the sun
sipping high proof fermented beverage worth price of a headache to be stung
come the morrow (being closer to week-end) flirt with getting drunk equals fun!

upon drowning sorrows that cascade like some emotional waterfall
inside thine own rocky mountain psychic terrain gets numbed by liquor
until the next morning will find frame of mind obliterated akin to a major squall
finding me embarrassed at previous nights' antics that found me to laugh and snicker!

Matthew Harris is a resident of Narberth, PA. He can be contacted at love2contra [at] aol.com.

 

 
 
 


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