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In All the Crummy Little Barrooms of the Soul
I wait in all the crummy little barrooms of the soul. I look about and sniff the air, drink, and wait. In the demi-world of honky-tonks, which vie against night's inner gloom, beneath mantles of thick smoke, pinches, slurred speech and propositions, I leer drunkenly about, swimming in the haze of my heebie-jeebies. I wait. After the smoke clears away and the honky-tonk tones die, when the scraggy light of the morning after spreads, mustily, across the floor, I wait. After the hangover, after the aching head, glazed eyes, belches, and specks which move around my head in circles, I see a different sort of light: A flatter sort. In the sordidness, ergo filthy waxy sawdust on the floor, I have seen a conjuration which I sought. But soon it disappears and will not come again. Illusion slips from mind with lifting drunkenness and break of sensibility and pain creeps in which is not merely physical. Oh well. I must try again tomorrow night. There will always be another night.
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