Peeking Behind Door Number 2 Poem by Laurence Overmire

Sluggo said to me
In his erudite way
"F_ _ _ you."
Then he punched my face
Through the wall
Old Joe, the bartender
Laughed
Gave the galoot another
Beer

Compliments of the house

Me, I rearranged my nose
Stuck my pennies
Back in my loafers
Limped across the street
To more comfortable
Confines
Hanging plants and steaming
Cappuccino
With just a hint of cinnamon.


(Previously published in Bulk Head, Vol.1, Issue 2, Fall 2000)