Sunday, April 12, 2009

the drink

i walked into a tavern
exhausted with life
for a drink.
from a corner of the bar
i picked up an empty glass
and placed it before the barman.

“a drink please”

he said, “sure”
then holding a wrist over the glass
slit a vein
and filled my cup.

i drank.
asked for another
drank again, and then
asked for the bill.

“there’s no bill, sir”
he said,
“there’s blood a-plenty
and it’s free.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . paul mathew


  1. Ah! This was so gory and disturbing. Why did you write this?

    Joy always,

  2. Ah,Susan. Thanks for your response. Please don't read the Barbecue. Its even more gory. But maybe, you will find something more if you look beyond ??!! Joy to you too . . . Paul