Last Call

Truth abounds when booze backs the ballpoint. You Passionately dirty, You, Disgustingly poignant. You walked out on people to walk back into yourself. Never an apology, Always an argument, Sexually charged Willing to strike twice. Gone are the days of the brutally honest. Fear slaughters confidence. Validation obliterates rejection. Mickey Mouse erases the ideals of A birthing nation. The bombs that go off, now, are literally never literary. The screams left on the battlefield Cry out for another Bukowski. It’s last call at the Black Sparrow And no one’s listening anymore. You, don’t have to go But, you can’t stay here.