I have noticed at
the pub the tyrant’s people
scowl the way he does.
I assume the blood
on his hands is on their hands.
Tonight the baseball
game keeps us focused.
Over our heads blurred figures
mimic our passions.
I caught Peter-the-
bartender’s eye. His laughter
was quite politic.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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I fear that you are right Tom. I like the careful observation, your hallmark if course, but also the tangential way you lead us to a large and uncomfortable subject from a specific bar at a particular hour.
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Thanks, John. I’m thinking of adding a stanza:
I catch the eye of
the bartender whose gift for
laughter takes no sides.
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