Trouble Every Day V by Glen Armstrong

There is at this fine moment
Gentlemen
Only so much whiskey only
So much throat one can offer
Another throat

To preserve that mysterious bond
That binds fuckups

Who wait most of the night for a broken

Leg
Convinced that it’s a shapely
Leg
Or a cold mutton
Leg

We’ve misplaced our pants
And that opportunity

Which mere hours ago
Seemed real enough

The three-legged dog knows which direction
To piss / tolerance

If not

Obedience / the shortest way home.

Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He also edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has two chapbooks scheduled for 2015: In Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All.

Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He also edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has two chapbooks scheduled for 2015: In Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All.

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