well now, did you expect me to stop where each entrance admission was surrender...

photo by Andrzej 13 ©

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question the sorrow brigades, mister barkeep

tactical response teams

circle boulevard yellow

sodium snowshoes

did you say

you would foot

the bill

humanity as

a spill vine

climbs where desire

does not want to go

any more than it has too

to get the bread baked

the spread, luscious fats

a warm strung staccato

under traffic light rhythms

fills rooms, full of dirt

searching for rain

so you said

that was your name

but you didn’t say

you had game enough

to come where correct

wasn’t another

mouth to feed

burrow borrow

barrio borough

didn’t we know

cramped quarter selfish

meant pitting division

as a holier mathematics

do we think

a future past

knowing its own

presence isn’t needed

power of attorney

slapped against crazy

is lazy outside the glass

is the sweet flower

of a, I don’t give a fuck

why raise a flag

at all crowding

when to decide

to start drinking

early and often enough

to find a cozy corner

of memory to dive into

I remember when bars

were anonymous and

speculation was only

about getting laid

EJR ©