Ennui. A Poetry Collection. Win Chester

      The shadows in the bar

      Taste waters of oblivion.

      Get out of your car

      And see what we’re living on.

      Come on, dude, take a seat.

      Let’s have a booze tonight.

      I betcha you gonna like it.

      Another regular’s in sight.

      His name’s Jack Daniels.

      Whom can you see here else?

      That guy over there

      Goes by the name of Bud Weiser.

      He’s fallen from the chair,

      He would’ve not if he’d been wiser.

      The hot chap Smirnoff

      Always says, “Buzz off!”,

      When you sit down next to him.

      At times his fist meets someone’s chin.

      And I’m Jimmy Beam.

      Now you’re in the stream.

      Here, gulp this shot o’whiskey

      An’ join our team.

      I hate to be on the others’ side

      And hide behind the wall.

      I said, “God-damn-it-all.”

      Conformity is suicide.

      I locked my heart

      And threw away the key;

      I’ve played my part,

      What else should I be?

      I loved in vain,

      Love’s only pain.

      My soul’s a charade,

      I lost the title of a bard.

      Who else can I be?

      Who can set me free?

      You poked my eyes with a cue;

      I’m blind but I can see

      I’ve always been a felo de se.

      Time erased my name

      Completely off its slate.

      No one is left who’d care about me,

      No one is left who’d hate.

      Lady Luck is a card sharper,

      And swell she deals.

      Her stakes are getting upper,