The Bloody Escapist is slipping away the tragedy
Of tomorrow in the moment of today.
Beers pour from the tap,
The murmurs give warning,
The escapist sings praises,
And Bloody slips downstairs.
A sap enters the bar confronts
Bloody who drifts far?
The sap, a fake, a martyr of headaches
Shakes Bloody’s hand,
And takes command.
So Bloody drinks like a fish
The Escapist wanders amiss to the ocean.
Blinded by the enemy and caught in a torrent of rain,
Bloody steers the ship of vain,
The Escapist blames the game.
Deals Bloody the joker of shame.
Tangled in a web of doubts,
Bloody shoots off his big mouth,
A fight ensues, the Escapists rules.
Reminiscent and observant,
Bloody plants a seed of vengeance,
And cups it with benevolence,
But it’s too late--
There’s a knock,
Bloody leaves the door ajar
The Escapist is cool
Bloody is no fool
And lets it roll off his shoulders.
The battle is fought, and Bloody gets caught.
The Escapist disappears
Bloody in tears
heads to the rear.
Tears strum along the strings of time,
Where thoughts nest
Debating to hatch to a new day.
The Barber Shop Quartet enters the Tavern
To sing a song,
Bloody sits in a booth looking to belong.
Elizabeth West Versalie
Pete’s Tavern, New York, NY
Revised Village Tavern, Boynton Beach, FL
May 22, 2016
