Here At The Bar Poem by John Kipling Lewis
Here At The Bar
here at the bar
with my wine
with myself
the rain is not a baptism
it never touches my head
the rain dampens my pants,
my shoes, i'm a drunk
who can't control
his urination
here at the bar i am safe
and the mirror holds my smile
5. It's a good start. There are some details. Just work on making them stronger and more striking.
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4/26/2024 1:09:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simple, yet to the point. I like it but I just couldn't call it a 10 and I am not sure why.