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Inside The Cleveland Street Bar
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Inside The Cleveland Street Bar |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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wandering misfit looking for an oasis overwhelmed by loneliness, tortured by meaningless of life need for human contact fosters frustration shabbiness of life intolerable Cleveland Street Bar irresistible force pulling him inside door locked up tight buzzed-in tonight sawdust floor, broken teeth particles imbedded within slipped mental moorings reason for nocturnal jaunt into world of smoke-filled tough gutted with desire to press flesh against flesh seeking out bodies crammed on stools telling lies, hearing same sense of comfort your last resort panicky, icicle jabs prick your dismay staring at yourself in each haggard face eyes swiveled, scrutinizing new meat then back to their misery-laced frivolity seeking what they seek, alley cat morals human, clinging barnacles full-body stench most speaking French New Orleans, squandered delights cross-dressing Cajun queens sprinkled here and there tonguing words with faux mouths more in touch with their femininity than the average Joe smiling with distorted eyes trying to blend in do you think "they" can be sincere Cleveland Street Bar, mishmash of off-course characters wretched people seeking respite wishing for just one good day annoying barmaid with rapier-like wit skin loose, heavily veined tired face hisses back like a moccasin making your play maybe she may eyes crawl over her body, breasts, hips undress her with your best smile, which is a leer in your stupor she is seraphic innocence talent for deceiving oneself cowardly seeking balm for your black soul within the Cleveland Street Bar psychotics and losers one final try for thigh to thigh odd juncture, where words mean not what they say self-pity, lowest of nadir emotion like sex, unnecessary to be proficient to benefit from just want to be happy not change solar system, just a ersatz smile will do she blew bitter cold wind straight into his face back on the street life is deceit ©January 10, 2005 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
It is as good now as it was in '05. Pretty gritty stuff you got going on there. You paint an authentic picture. ~L |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I thought I may have posted this, but felt the need to give it another day in the sun more or less. Appreciate your comments, as always. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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