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Barfly*
(Listening to Sam and Dave - Hold on I'm coming)
Vaudeville debris in a cocktail shaker tin
With the naysayers all telling us what we were
And weren’t; while the same independence
The regent took; year after year: tipping avidly-
My Arjuna release; cathartics into murderous hours
Frowning, frowning upon my literal discord
With red mala beads forming, forming
Blood covenants with the 10th installment
Of a seminary school dropout, so early!
Whisking inequities from earlier in the week away
Still advancing the soul directive: on amateur footage
Liquor: observing me in split frames:
Staring down the 3 drinks waiting on their owners; a
Barfly, among the trails of flying cardboard pigs
Daring me to dream despite the city’s economic landscape-
Wings amused on the woman who dared to escape with them
Or run; wild in the Thailands of the night
With the drugs being only half their name too
Amidst the severity scale of patrons: discrete phone numbers
Going out; tossed like community: sex
Completely immune; a depressive prelude: a cycle of
Crashing lows; fleshing out skin and bone
For friends Needing themselves, as well like
Desire: stupefied upon the body; shoulders without any
Guarantors in the thralls of peril: sea side entropy: terror;
Yet nothing could’ve broke me from them streets but death.
Vaudeville debris in a cocktail shaker tin
With the naysayers all telling us what we were
And weren’t; while the same independence
The regent took; year after year: tipping avidly-
My Arjuna release; cathartics into murderous hours
Frowning, frowning upon my literal discord
With red mala beads forming, forming
Blood covenants with the 10th installment
Of a seminary school dropout, so early!
Whisking inequities from earlier in the week away
Still advancing the soul directive: on amateur footage
Liquor: observing me in split frames:
Staring down the 3 drinks waiting on their owners; a
Barfly, among the trails of flying cardboard pigs
Daring me to dream despite the city’s economic landscape-
Wings amused on the woman who dared to escape with them
Or run; wild in the Thailands of the night
With the drugs being only half their name too
Amidst the severity scale of patrons: discrete phone numbers
Going out; tossed like community: sex
Completely immune; a depressive prelude: a cycle of
Crashing lows; fleshing out skin and bone
For friends Needing themselves, as well like
Desire: stupefied upon the body; shoulders without any
Guarantors in the thralls of peril: sea side entropy: terror;
Yet nothing could’ve broke me from them streets but death.
Published 20th Dec 2018
| Edited 31st Dec 2018
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- Edited 15th Jun 2019 5:47pm
11th Mar 2019 1:33pm
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