Sell it All
The evening of January 16, 1920
I have too many pints to sell
They must be gone by final bell.
The liquor lines the shelves below
my oaken bar, this drinking well.
A crowd of final clowns does show
along the stools and tables, though
some stand, preferring knowing when
their minds are numb,… and down they go.
Who would’ve though this could’ve been
when sips of beer became a sin?
The temperance gals have closed us up;
tomorrow Volstead does begin.
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Can’t tell if this is a metatextual submission or if I’m here in the moment between accidentally hitting submit too early and the correction of that error, which would be really funny. Will check back in later.
Meant to say the metatextual would be funny*
Sorry! LoL I typed in the title, and somehow, I told the system the poem was finished. Nope. Thank heavens I had 15 minutes to edit the nonexistant poem.
Enjoy! (This is in my work-in-progress collection of poems about Lexington during Prohibition.)
Lol, I couldn’t help making that comment. The title “Sell It All” followed by absolutely nothing looked so much like it could be intentional. Poem for the back pocket then 😂
But yes the final product is certainly wonderful, and I like the adherence to the theme. I’ll be keeping an eye out for your work.
Wonderful voice! I love your idea for this collection. You put me there, right back to 1920.
I really appreciate that you are doing historical poetry. I look forward to reading more of your work about prohibition in Lexington, thanks!
Reading all of them now. Great idea for a series. Rich mining too!