Friday, October 8, 2021

haiku for the dead drunk by Tohm Bakelas

jaw muscles tense and 
fingers fan across the bottle neck— 
it’s over. 




Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 12 chapbooks. He runs Between Shadows Press. 

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