Oct 29, 2015

Bartender Talk

Glass rims , salted margarita
curtains pulled; a lampshade seen
drawn , mapped, sketched
between batty lashes
tittering heels
this crazy rendition
I've encountered twice
believing I got it right
with cordial exchange
someone's lying
someone's going to be hurt
behind the glorified lyrics
huffing intimate innuendos
slow sips
listening to the news
A bar full
ignoring the noise
a conclusion drawn
It wouldn't be me
not tomorrow
curtain pulled


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