Barstool Poetry

Some random crap I've written on barstools around Baltimore.

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It was a night for promises.
We knew someday beer, salsa, and even chips would arrive, or so we hoped.

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Doing what's natural,
Drinking as normal,
Walking from bar to bar-
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Ok, a couple of real poems. But they were both written in bars so they count as barstool poetry.


I'm joining a new forum and I want to be a popular guy like everybody else on this forum

I need another name
That's not my real name
I'll find a new name
To show the real me
So they all know me
And they'll refresh me
And they will want to see
What I am saying
I'll have so many friends
They will be endless
And they'll all know me
They'll know my real name

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This next poem is totally Suzanne X's fault because she showed me something and said "Wow somebody should write a poem about this," and then I did. And now everybody hears this poem and they say "Wow, that's really sad / depressing." And I just want to say, "Yes, but it's all Suzanne's fault and I bear no responsibility whatsoever."

Poem for a dead ant in a candle

Drowning in hot wax
I inhale your love
The hot lava of your smile
Is burning my lungs
My stomach is full of fire
The wax covers my eyes
I'll stare at you forever.