Monday, August 22, 2022


the bottles on the wall are but a challenge,
one day to drink’em all dry and leave your soul
in that barstool to haunt the drunkard that’ll replace you.

every night I check’em out—when you know
the bartender and the owner you do whatever you want
even in a fancy ass bar where no barfly survives.

of course, the way I drink, how can they kick me out?
my tab’s higher than of those arriving in
a Lamborghini, pretending to have it all.

Wild Turkey, Jim Beam, Four Roses, Jack Daniels…
all the good friends who’ve helped me so many times.

working on fixing, slowly, my relationship with Jose,
ruined the twentieth time he made me
wake up memoryless next to monsters from the abyss.

George Gad Economou holds a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and resides in Athens, Greece, doing freelance work whenever he can while searching for a new place to go. His novella, Letters to S., was published in Storylandia Issue 30 and his short stories and poems have appeared in literary magazines, such as Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, and Modern Drunkard Magazine. His first poetry collection, Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds, was published by Adelaide Books in 2021.