by Doug Draime
chips of refined
azure stones
imbedded
in the
mahogany
bar rail.
it was the last
and only
thing i
remember
before I
hit the floor.
and then the taste
of sawdust,
a terrible pain
in my head,
and lights
fading to a
dull sudden
blackness.
the woman the
fight
started over
was long gone,
and the
cops were
unreasonable
assholes.
July 9, 2009
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1 comments:
HAHA! Great poem, Doug! Cincinnati is filled to the brim with stuffy right-wing, unreasonable assholes and that includes the Cincy police department who fear and avoid a certain area of the city...this area is called Over-The-Rhine, and believe it or not, it is one of the most DANGEROUS areas in the USA. It is like the U.S. equivalent of Baghdad or Kabul! Drugs, guns and murder run rampant there.
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