Saturday, August 24, 2013

A Poem by Richard Schnap

Cold Draft

I can see him now,
Crouched in the corner

Of some anonymous bar,
Alone with a Bass Ale

As mad genius visions
Erupt within his mind.

I can see him burn.
Remembering her face,

Her touch, the black laws
Unleashing the fury,

The eternal penance,
The bottomless pit.

I can see him sigh,
Draining the glass,

Ordering another,
The next masterpiece.

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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