Friday, July 12, 2019

That Dylan Moment by Daniel W. Wright

The drunk never stood a chance
as he tried to get sober
The usual crowd cajoled him
and bought him rounds
trying to get him
to be his former self
what they called
his usual self
as it dawned on him
in that Dylan moment
that they preferred him
in two dimensions
instead of three

When they got him
three sheets to the wind
they began to point
and laugh at him
as they always had before
That was something
they could understand





About Daniel W. Wright:

Daniel W. Wright is a mid-western son who loves and loathes the red brick town that surrounds him. A poet of the no collar work force, Wright’s work has appeared in the Gasconade Review, Bad Jacket, Acid Kat, Crappy Hour, Eleven, and The Rye Whiskey Review. His previous works include Rodeo of the Soul, The Death of the Ladies Man, Small Town Blues: Early Lyrics and Poems, Portrait, Murder City Special, and Working Bohemian’s Blues. Wright currently lives in St. Louis, where you can usually find him in a bar or a bookstore.

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