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barry foster Mar 2010
a man walks into a bar
he thinks he has found his place
and by the steady row of hands
he keeps drinking up his past

a man walks around the bar
they say "explore", but won't let him out
the only view he gets is walls
the only beer he drinks is ours

a man crawls down round the bar
a man jumps high through the chairs
a man sips a tasty wine
a man drains the ugly pint

a man walks into a bar
says "guys, there's great life outside"
so our man there breaks the glass
and he promptly says good-bye.
B.F.
barry foster Mar 2010
please, raise the plea for water
under moons no drop can shine
how could one such tiny fraction
bring about this deadly drought?

rivers flow through course of pipes
sewage is all they'll become
I don't think they should expand
there just ain't no room

hourless, placeless bring no gloom
rather rigid obsolescence
and the river has no room
for any defect

should you find yourself out there
keep the bottle right at bay
you never know
what there is to fill.
BF

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