Dead Drunks in the Bar

Dead Drunks in the Bar of a Bowling Alley in Milwaukee

        “Only its head was smashed."
        Molly Peacock's "The Lull"


The drunk guy laid out on the bar--
We thought, hey, he can't drink no more,
His head stunk, pass'd out and dead--Can't
Leave, can't go, even to the head

An' throw up that dog that bit him.
Me, face down the toilet, hangin' rim,
"Bowl!" they said to me, glaz'd over,
But instead I went to see Old Ben Dover:

Big white pock-marks on Whitey's skin,
Big rat nose on a li'l rat chin,
Big fat tail planted on a stool,
Big rat jewels on a li'l rat tool.

I knew him once when he was a charmer
Now I'd rather do lunch with Jeff Dahmer.