Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

changing times

  • Bartender genome

    Sitting alone at a bar downing a row of tequila shots will earn you something from across the bar; griping rights, pour-out-your-heart privileges – at the very least, a knowing nod, acknowledging smile, tacit agreement, ‘go for it’ shrug Sitting by yourself at Starbucks counter coolly throwing back espresso shots while clicking away on your laptop Read more