The Rye Whiskey Review: Loose as a Goose by Mark Tulin
“We’re the Ezine dedicated to all things barroom. We are slightly off what other’s consider the norm and always the last to close the bar . If you prefer the local dive bar to the glitz of some overpriced club then you’re our kind of people . So welcome, grab a drink and enjoy.”—The Rye Whiskey Review
Loose as a Goose by Mark Tulin My uncle liked dumpy bars and women with big boobs He drank cheap whiskey with a Coke chaser and never knew a sober afternoon He was as loose as a goose on a Saturday night He cracked open, warm peanuts and spit the shells on the floor He ogled all the barflies and told dirty jokes to the barmaid with missing teeth He could barely stand up after six or seven shots Most nights he said things to the wrong people, and smiled at women who were full of deceit My uncle lost his hat during a bar fight The bouncer tossed him through a pane of glass The fall shattered his pride, but did nothing to stop him from going back in . Bad luck seemed to linger on his musty breath A wave of impulse always preceded trouble.


Are you talking about MY uncle?
It resonates. Very raw. Just how I like it.
Ha!! Thanks, Bojana.
I think most families has some version of this uncle. The Rye Whiskey Review is the perfect showcase for this poem. Congratulations!
I’m glad to record his memory. 🙂
Great poem but unfortunately, I know too may people who had their lives ruined by someone like him.
That’s for sure, Hitandrun.
That sounds like my father. Shame he could never rise above himself. Great write, Mark.