Colin Dodds new ebook called Wisdom’s Real opposite—101 Poems about
an Odyssey on a Stool. And it’s currently available for pre-order here:
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Colin Dodds
Fun or Failure
Eventually the fun or the failure
goes on too long.
And a man at the bar
pulls his dick out.
If it’s erect,
he’s a threat to the women and the men.
If it’s flaccid,
he’s diseased.
And worse, he’s acted out the sad capitulation
that haunts peaceful people in bars.
Either way,
the crowd must drive him out.
The sidewalk, the sky, the shame and the cold air
cure his lust.
His testicles are quiet as a library
on the stagger home.
The Angel of Death in
the Bar
The angel of death is a weak little man
who sits in a bar, finishing other people’s sentences
and other people’s drinks
and never looking you in the eye.
He says that what you can’t admit when you’re sober
is that you hate the world
because the world was drunk before you arrived.
The whole scene is as unlikely
as the first song or the last song.
The jukebox kicks in and a saintly Johnny Cash
plays all the rooms in hell tonight.
The people who can imagine nothing
but Saturday night and their need of it
are better than them who think
they can make up their own names,
the angel says.
The lights come on and the music changes.
Last call wakes us from a strange dream
of sex and violence.
I lose the angel of death
in the lights, in the sound of a hundred hands
reaching into pockets.
I hear the word and know it’s time.
They only call me sir
when they ask me to leave.
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