Laurence Overmire

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
Gave the galoot another

Compliments of the house

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

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

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  • (4/10/2008 10:59:00 AM)

    Yeah baby...from violence to cappuccino...hints of reality...good write...Coach (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, June 11, 2012

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