Wednesday, August 7, 2013

4561. AT THE TAVERN AT THE END OF TOWN

AT THE TAVERN AT
THE END OF TOWN
Jaundiced perspective, that token of the last free
beer, the shot in an over-sized shot glass, the way
two fives are left simply on the bar-top. The light
right here is cavernous  -  it crowds the low ceiling
and sparks the noise of the drinkers, as if something
so soon was to ignite or catch fire. From heat does
love grow; from flame comes the shooting fires of love.

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