Words Battered in a Bar
When your eyes
glazed over
was that you or me?
God knows I
would approve of it
if you knew Gramsci,
And did not readily
confuse him with
the “poet” Versace,
An able man
I guess, but not quite
up to the task
Of leading a charge
through the fire of history,
or humanity’s discontent.
You and I should part
as we arrived and look
for something less contrived.
Love may yet
find us—
outside this dive.
TS
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