I like my seat
next to the
tap,
tap,
tap…
the faucet is
dripping.
Fuck.
“Just gimme a beer,”
I say to Phil,
the bartender,
and he gives
me one
on draft.
Then another.
Mix in a shot.
Another beer.
My gut is hot first,
then my throat
right before I
vomit.
Phil cleans it up.
He takes care
of me.
Then he feeds
me another from the
tap,
tap,
tap…
god-damn that
faucet.
**artwork done by my friend. i dont have his name
26 responses to “Tap”
Awwww … I miss the good old days! Have one for Me please! Cheers π
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well i ended up having more than one for you..
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Excellent! Thank you π
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Gotta love a good hurl and nameless friend, lol
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my favorite kind of night
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lol
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Make it simple. Put your mouth under the tap, before summoning Phil. :). I like to sit at the counter, and socialize with the waitresses. Banter is a good thing.
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haha good move. and waitresses are
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waitresses are good too* … sorry, a little hungover this morning
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I like your simple complexity.
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thank you very much
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tap tap tap
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A Bukowski in the making. A ‘new beat’ poet. Live hard, write.
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thank you. that means a lot
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HA!
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Nice…π
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thank you
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Apologies I unfollowed you by mistake. It was not intentionally done
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that’s ok
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Lol nice. You are a great artist of words and drawings!
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thank you very much
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Very Irish kinda poem ππππ
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ha. not Irish, but ive been told that before
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And whatβs ur fav beer, mr not Irish? π
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That was funny.
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thank you
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