God Across the Bar Pouring Jose Cuervo—Free Verse

Is there something more Sunday

Than American Idol meets Fight Club

In the neighborhood in the borough

And people walking city streets at night?


Perhaps not on the traditional day of rest

The one day you have to nurse your hangovers

Wearing a tie and sitting amongst the sinners


Pretending to know the bible

And see God in the everyday.


And did you stand there with God

Handing you shots across the bar

To beg the ugly woman to drink

In hope that you might could

Trick her into coming home with you?


And maybe God was there.

And maybe the ugly woman

Would have gone home with you


Even if you hadn’t gotten her drunk.

And maybe you would still sleep with her

Even if you weren’t drunk.


And maybe God was the ugly woman

Or the shots of liquor.

Or the buzz in your head.

Or the truth serum


That kept the lies flowing from your lips

Like the way you felt

Sitting there with the bible in your lap

Pretending that there was a God


Differing from place to place

And you just happened to be born

In the one true place

With the one true God

Who drinks shots with ugly women


And tells them that he loves them

When, clearly, he doesn’t.


A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.


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