At the other end of light there is a star
On the other side of street there is a bar
Do I dare then to cross and tempt its door?
To find not there the one I so adored
Cash’s scarce, ‘don’t walk’ signal’s on
What is there to do, when all’s been done?
When all content of the universe
Worth not chaos in a barfly’s purse
Cold October, in a week it’s Halloween
Nights are spilling over as I’m growing thin
All that’s left to do now is to survive
Keep an eye on kids and love the wife
Here’s to profound mystery of father’s god
Whether ever you have wished for it or not
You’ll walk by way of the recurrent bar
And twist your cuff to hide residual scar
Copyright © 2012 by Alex Damov
Randomly Accessed Poetics 
October full of the hobgoblins of imagination moves Alex in a bewildering mind sets out to move from allusion to illusion in a world with a bar of quick justice or vodka in an allegorical poem
reproving his alternate universe from his father God to new mother gods.