The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way short poem

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The blind man covered in tattoos
is being escorted across the street
by a barmaid drunk on fumes
her shoes leaving sticky impressions
every step she takes and talks
the things she’s seen all evening –
fights that almost took place
women slipping away from highballs
untouched, women pulling wedding rings
off then spinning them on the table
those flawless diamond dazzles
grabbing her attention every time
like the businessman drunks
that ignoble sect with a knight
in every bar proclaiming untested wisdom
judging every ass cheek like a ripe melon
‘can you hear these things,’ she asks
and the blind man answers, ‘I could
if I didn’t go to your bar for insulation
the roar of the drinkers muffles my heart
the stink of spilled beer is a unity
and I spend each evening drawing
with the sweat off my glass
searching for a perfect image of my day
then when I draw it I know it’s time to go
so that day will dry and vanish and that
my sweet lady is the closest I’ll come
to witnessing the truth

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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A well-honed piece of work there, dude.

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