Dive Bar Zen Temple

dive bar

Dive Bar Zen Temple
by Peter Stein

this is where egos
go to die—

identity, superiority
checked at the door

a moment of silence
hangs on each word

happy hour means
venting frustration

who needs morality
when there is redemption

two for ones
means forgetting

who needs redemption
when there is compassion

closing time is empty space
between headaches

who needs hopelessness
it too drowns in a bottle

no one seems to care
they are enlightened

while I pretend
not to

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