'The Darkness Of The Bar' Poem by Marty McKenna

the darkness of the bar
is reassuring, it has me sit
neatly in it.

another slow pint,
fourth time this week,
so far.

my thoughts scatter like sugar.
prescription pulses its platform
in my brain, i blaze a scowl

at the mountain, the sleeping giant,
this furious ink and as i wonder,

tears come. i get the chance
to attach what i want as they burn.

the guilt seeps through glass
and in this morning i drink my fill.

first published by 'dreich'
from the chapbook 'silent stigma loud leaf'