Booze and Bed: Two Poems by Colin Dodds

“Winner Bars” and “Where Her Legs Go”


Winner Bars

The bars that poured

liquor down our throats for free

were driven out by bars

that overcharged us ruthlessly
And it’s terrible
But not much of a surprise

when you think of it


Thinking we were winning

we said winner takes all

And they took it



Where Her Legs Go

From exoteric knees

bent in fairy tales of prayer or sport

to the upper arcana

of hardcore pantyhose pornography

her legs go all the way up


Little miss galaxy pants

with nebula flush to her vulva

What of her revelation was accidental

and what was planned?


In the always-petty afternoons of summer

flecks of eternity peek

from half-revealed genitalia


Ephemeral corporeal

but even yet still

our most trusted routes and guides

through the cold centuries

Colin Dodds is the author of Another Broken WizardWINDFALL and The Last Bad Job, which Norman Mailer touted as showing “something that very few writers have; a species of inner talent that owes very little to other people.” His writing has appeared in more than two hundred publications, and been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology. Poet and songwriter David Berman (Silver JewsActual Air) said of Dodds’ work: “These are very good poems. For moments I could even feel the old feelings when I read them.” Colin’s book-length poem That Happy Captive was a finalist for the Trio House Press Louise Bogan Award as well as the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award in 2015. And his screenplay, Refreshment, was named a semi-finalist in the 2010 American Zoetrope Contest. Colin lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife and daughter. See more of his work at


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