"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, September 26, 2015

Palmer's Bar






Black and white
Drums, tattoos, guitars and neon 
Dive bars, Springsteen, ghost of Berryman in the gin 
"Born in The USA”  and "Dream Songs"
Smoke stench hanging on rusted wash boards
West Bank Palmer's Bar 
Lonely nights feeding desperate women
Bukowski bar flies burnng poetry
Lost tramps with forgotten friends
Behind red curtains broken promises 
When there's no place left to hide
Stories pushing through the crowd
To another chapter at the bar
Hot tall and red
Soothing intoxication
Sings into the microphone 
He says, "baby you have a nice face"
She says, "the night has eyes"
Walking through the broken door
Leaving naïveté to sink
She said, "everyone was spawned from a night of passion"
Lights and nights and gifts of inspiration 
Vodka and twists of lime
Departed spirits climb ladders 
Strangers lips kiss in mysterious ways
Patchouli suffocating 420
I listened even though I couldn't hear 
She whispered, "I love you for forgiving me"
He spoke with his eyes, "I love you for loving me"
At that moment he knew
A night can become morning 
Without the sunshine
Alive
Black and white
Connecting with nothing 
While breathing in everything
The night folding into itself
Closing time

Everyone moving home 























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