Happy Hour

Philosophy winds up in an inevitable dead end.

Happy hour

 

On Division Street, a favourite haunt,

six rounds down and my turn at the bar, 

I start to think:

 

poetry should be a distillation of the essence of life,

something you can take like shots at happy hour.

 

I frisk my pockets for the last of my change knowing

these poems will never make me money.

 

If they did they would cease to be poetry,

they would become a contract between you and me,

 

a commodification of my imagination,

or of wherever the seat of poetry might be said to lie,

 

branded and bought by the dozen,

like shots...

 

Ah damn my happy hour simile just fell flat!

 

But at least I got my timing right,

because it's happy hour here for me.

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

Poems are an expression of the soul. The soul doesn't have much trek with commerce. A think tank might pay you for thoughts ... some people pay good money for paintings ... but, poetry! Well, it does sometimes make a good drinking buddy. Let's have another round.