Tightrope

Just a reminder that the Wednesday Night Regular launch party is one week from tonight. I’ll be signing books and reading a few poems. Here’s another one from the book.

Illustration by Tammy Atkinson of Atkinson Creations

Tightrope

One glass and I feel fog glow on my skin
Two and words flow like spring rain
Three and they pour brilliant
But not in the right order
More and I drown in the flood

Somewhere between two and three
Is where I want to stay
But my Merlot muse is unreliable
Sometimes two is enough
Especially with a beauty on my arm
But alone requires more
And more every night

Like walking a windy tightrope
Trying to find the balance
Between saving and spending
Abstinence and addiction
Truth and beauty

And the only way not to fall
Is to drop

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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