Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Evening Drink

Hard concrete meets bone/flesh
Drunk falls face first off barstool
face explodes in gush of blood
Stumbling, swearing
He lifts himself off the floor
Trails blood toward the door
Camera catches it all
friends rush to the sidewalk to subdue
finishing my drink I choke back a laugh
Shake tired head and turn toes for home

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