Bar Ditches And Far Flung Wishes Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

Bar Ditches And Far Flung Wishes



All I can do is try to keep myself
somewhere between the bar ditches
and my far flung wishes.
Somewhere between all alone and you.
Somewhere between the bottle and sober.
Right now is definitely bar ditch time.
So play some Hank and pass the Jack
and hope for the days of far flung wishes.

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for my muse June 2012 out west
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