Last time I looked
I knew the last place they'd be
was the bottom of a pitcher
out of fizz, out of time, out of wives,
waiting for a refill from God
who they told last night to go fuck himself,
but he was busy teleporting back to the 1880s
to save several villages from scarlet fever
so didn't have the time to damn their eyes,
so the ex-Polish army guy checking I.D. at the door
waiting to cut loose
was willing on behalf of management
to go fuck their lives up instead
for a roof to lie low under for the next few nights,
at least until it all died down, of course
John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch.
He is based in Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. All he asks is that you leave your guns at the door and tie up your horses before your enter.
