The Bar Ode

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-a post on Instagram by Janine Harland aka @londonbluebird ..you just have to #followher !!! She’s a great writer and an amazing woman.

Okay, I’m touched and inspired. And now for another one of my fucked up poems:

The Bar Ode

Here’s a beer for the long wait.

Here’s smoke to your mascara eyes.

Here’s to the same stars we see in summer nights

Here’s a blog for that android comfort zone.

Here’s a hi-five to your can’t-live-without-wifi.

  Here’s to the drunk and dazed,

the broken and bent,

The smiling and sobbing,

And for times never spent.

Here’s to the tequila that makes you dance on tables,

To the fashion mag you call your bible,

To the songs that made you dance

but never pushed you to speak

And to those abs and lengths in men you used to seek.

Did they ever climb up your tower-

those so-called knights in shining fast cars?

Or were they just clones of that sugar-tongued Prince Harming,

not so fucking charming after he left you

all these bittersweet memories?

Yet somebody will come and kiss those wounds

till they become just scars

That may beat you up repeatedly but he won’t be so far.

He’ll hold you till you fall asleep

And you’ll wake up in his arms.

He’d see how dark and wild

the storm clouds roar above your head

But he’d still crown you

and fight the war with your monsters

until he’s sure they’re dead.

Your thorns, your sting, and

all the drama you sing

makes him want you more.

And darling, when he finds you,

you’d know him by his voice and stare.

Hide in the closet, climb back to your tower-

– he’ll chase you anywhere.