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This world is a garden bar with a sneeze guard built for me and you

Does this crucifixion come with curly fries
spear me or spare me
spicy rum extract
how about a birthday cake milkshake
in a chilled glass
or a kiss from Judas may be just as sweet

seep into the dirty eggshell tile floors
like nasty facial pours
reward with a red ryder BB gun
most girls just wanna have fun in the sun
plastic trim on the poster frame broke
and the spoiled bananas have been
sitting on the shaky island counter for a week now

you may want to clean up your act
i'll act my age
act a scene
if i loathed a color
i'd be aqua marine

buy my retirement
glass bottom dream boat
running out of purple hanggars
now i have no way to hang my grey coat

Tah-Rah-Rah Boombi-Ay

the sink holes are filling up with
dapper dressed magicians
embellished black coats
with cuffs and links
white shirts withering on the collar
that have seen a million and one sleight of had tricks
triangular top hats
tidy
trim

the fluffy white rabbit store called
those hushpuppies are flying off
the slippery shelves
being upsold by car salesmen
rabbitsalesmen
wearing houndstooth suits
with comb overs
mailing letters to
foreign milk men about the rainy weather that day

purple drapery in the theater on Gay street catches my eye
step into the Bistro
and jazz piano
pops like a pin into a rubber red balloon
the drummer has about 30 tap sticks
made of wood
metal
copper from a tea kettle

the upright bass goes
blum blum blum
blasting through the speakeasy
dimly lit

they pick up and play every time a few customers
wander in from the sidwalk
mirrors fill the rows just above the booths
we pick the table in the back with
a small lit lamp

pouring fresh draft beers
with such little froth on top
you're already planning your next visit

but

maybe i need to visit mom
visit dad
talk with a brother i thought i had

work an 8th day that week to push out 90 hours
clocked
cloaked like i don't exist anymore

i miss the time to trim the rosebush in my head
the white and pink burst splashed
with speckles
sprinkled
sculpted by buzzing bees in the spring time
i'd pick you a flower

lay down in a green grass field
on a cozy red blanket next to the dam
looking up at the bluest sky i can ever remember seeing in my life

a few fluffy white clouds push by in a row boat
i reach down and hold your hand

silence

i feel my heart beat
i feel yours too

everything is ok again

whenever i'm with you

Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
Published | Edited 26th Nov 2017
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