I’ve sat in the alleys of Sicily as youths exchange laughter and pent up energy
While I sip my liquor unable to comprehend what was said but can try my best to interpret the body language
These encounters in true speakeasy like extensions
I’ve sat in opulent bars with the well dressed man and woman
While I sip my liquor I watch them fanning their notoriety like peacocks hoping to find a suitor for the evening
These encounters that many may never get to experience
I’ve sat in many a bars all over for different reasons
While I sip my liquor my desire to fight, fuck, or write wrestle to dominate the rest of my evening
These encounters know no separation between class, race, and so on as the alcohol slides down my throat
The days forward I can’t say I recall the beautiful artistry made into the perfect cocktail or the poor excuse for all gin and a splash of tonic
Most times I remember almost all of the bits, even if they are a bit hazy
No matter the pain of the skull splitting hangover the next day,
I still don’t mind resetting myself for the next sip
My Sisyphean Journey is both photography and written works by an active duty Marine. You can follow him here.
What’s happening at VetRep…
Catch our interview with Playwright Deborah Yarchun on the Savage Wonder Podcast this week.
Listen to our latest Write Loud featuring Angelo T. Robinson, Lori Butierries, Chris Sparks, Shairi Engle, and Ayman Kafel on our Instagram Page.