Four Blokes And A Bottle

Four Blokes And A Bottle

By David Sermersheim

four blokes and a bottle
crouched in the cubistic shadows
of gutted out-buildings
the sliver sliver cutting
a slice out of dry autumn leaves

four cubes rolling in my hand
shaken and thrown down
in the oil-stained alley
in back of an abandoned garage
bad luck comin’ down hard

chance rules the hour
clicked through incremental slots
and time is running out of patience
with losers always a day late
and a dollar short

your cash is running on empty
luck has taken an exit
but you can’t leave until
they’ve picked your pockets
down through the holes
in your greasy jeans
riding up the crack of your ass

you shake and throw again
and know you’re not gonna
catch a break in this game
withering in the the steamy vapors
of an endless night
with no place to go but back
to another game that
has no beginning or end


David Sermersheim taught at The Hotchkiss School (Ct.) for 33 years.  His poems have been published in “The Aurorean”,“Iodine Review”, “Cloudbank”“Poetry Pacific”, “Blue Collar Review,” “Wild Goose Review” , “Bitchin’ Kitsch”,”Third Wednesday” “Trajectory”, “Baseball Bard” “Straylight Poetry Review” and other journals and quarterlies. He was a MacDowell Fellow and has a book, “Meditations”, listed on Amazon and lives in Westbrook, Connecticut.

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