Pool Boys

A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chin
in a moment I knew would last a lifetime
there was a pool table…balls racked
ready for a break
some girl singing on the radio
we both sang a few of the words
those we could remember
all night we competed
best in banter,
best in billards,
best in brew,
but
never best in friends
that belonged to you


The Elf All About Himself! (For the kids!!!)

Once upon a time, there was an angry little elf.
who thought of absolutely no one, but of only himself.

He’s always so mad, which made the other elves very sad,
with his complaints that work, work, work, was all they ever had.

Even his friends would call him mean and selfish.
“Why are you not nice? Why are you not elfish?”

No matter what they say, he swore he’d never listen,
because ending the holidays had become his evil elf mission.

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Bar Keep

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When I turned that key, the night was finally over
It wasn’t easy, they threw a few fists
Mad that the ale had dried up

Now, in the calm of being left alone
I would start with the ashes
dumping out another one of those “greatest nights ever”

As morning slowly took her place
I sat for once on a spinning stool
listening to the buzz of electricity like it was a farewell song

Just me and the ends of unfinished cigarettes
some drowned in half empty glasses
recounting stories of bravery, betrayal, and most times regret

Nights were once my domain
I was like a wrangler of saucy drunks
and disloyal eyes all bidding for my complete attention

Back then my stories were therapy
Music, a tool of enticement
friendly faces better than a tip