Chicano Eddie Poet Free verse

On a Wooden Bar

"ON A WOODEN BAR"


I can't sleep and on these 
nights, I stare into the 
closet and look at hangers 
with no clothes.
it's dark but I can still see 
them not serving any purpose. 
I can hear the clouds move 
and the moon cry, and 
tonight, there is a shrunken 
man on my bookshelf, sitting, 
legs moving back and forth. 
I turn over, I can't see his 
face but I can hear him. "you 
@#$%^&' fool!" but I don't 
respond. 
instead, I listen to the 
bombs explode after falling 
from my eyes, I feel the pain 
in my legs that keep me from 
moving, I feel the pill I 
took to sleep kicking in.
sleep is an escape... but 
only a temporary one.
she's coming over tomorrow 
and I'll forget that I have 
no food, no rent, no drink, 
that she left me while I 
loved her, no life in me but 
the sickness that keeps me 
writing.
inside this small room with 
Tchaikovsky and the ceiling, 
heartache found me for the 
third time in this city.
tonight I must go to work. 
it's the graveyard shift, 
I'll be in hell.
but in the morning the drive 
over to her place will be a 
blur and my swollen eyes will 
try to take in all there is.
the shrunken man is gone now 
and the ticks from my clock 
went up as if someone turned 
up it's volume. 
there's a triangle on my 
ceiling and a mouth with a 
tongue and a mouth with a 
nose that laughs.
maybe the square cover with 
the sharp points over my 
light bulbs will fall from an 
earthquake and impale me.
but who am I kidding? 
glass doesn't cut metal.
I’m a hanger serving no 
purpose.


By: Chicano Eddie

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