Snow came down hard
Harassing the roadside bar
Taking one more shot
Reminding himself, 'he was hot'
John proceeded to the lavatory
Without any worry
Mirror, he did reflect
No fear of the word 'reject'
Ventured into the night
Seeking a romantic sight
Reality stated hurtful fight
"Goodbye, my dear knight
Our relationship is dead,"
Wearing the pearls he bought, she said
Returning to the watering hole
Shivering and cold
Shocking we were told
Seductress commanded the stage
Half anyone's age
Protected inside a cage
Belting out a tune
Loving warmth came back soon
After being swooned
Patrons did say
Heating bill, owner electronically paid
When the tempting tease was done
She approached the admirer, looking for fun
As for the haunting past outside
Confirming someone had lied
And died
"Those pearls fit you right"
Stranger mentioned, eyes bright
"They are a little tight,"
Informed the songbird, preparing for a deathly fight
Confirming fan, a nut
She kicked them in the butt
Finding a cell
Lonely, I must tell
When out last week
a-looking around
heard the the boys in the band
and their sound
rocking out all right
a-pleasing the crowd
with strings and keys
playing so loud
while out that night
a-doing the town
saw the boys in the band
getting down
hands were a-clapping
knees a-slapping
toes a-tapping
flip-flops a-flapping
in time to the music
of the Beach Bar groove
where at five bucks a beer
I had nothing left to lose
nothing there but the Beach Bar blues
Consoled, yond each soothing watch
Mooned, starred tender-eyed
By what, fold on fold, slow for
Tis then felt pulled o'er:
A peace-wrap; of Night's own weave.
Less and less heartsore.
Traced, besides whose skied effects
Of that homeward care
The past, through what does shadow
For my ghost, below!
With new hope, new dawn on through
Will be stepping. Know!
_Scene: The motel car park_
Highlife spills from the bar,
Like beer from a full tumbler,
Fifty meters away.
Laughter. Glass. Night thick with sweat.
"Ten to seven," Oseh said.
"Twenty-three girls now."
"Oldest twenty-five. Youngest eighteen."
Felix nodded, like an agama
That had sighted a cockroach.
"We need thirty."
"Some are still undecided," Oseh said.
"I'll come see them," Felix gave reply.
"They're well-protected on this journey."
Die-hard girls can encourage them?
Who are die-hard girls?
Darkness' a gardener gathering dry grasses.
The count continued.
Staring, dreaming, agonizing over every detail
Why do your smiles fill my heart full of running ale
Which shade of red will cover
Your waist and shoulders tonight
I’ll order a pair of cocktails
And put my mind on sale
To make a deal with god
Or an offer down below
I’ll promise you more than kisses
Something you simply cannot resist
But before I have the gems and crown
Before my mind is handed down
Look the other way for now
Like you’ve always done forever
a fox, young stag and rabbit walk into a hut
Who! Yelled a creepy guy we kind of named Nut
Isn’t it a bar, don’t you mean bar? A bar, right?
The fox, young stag and rabbit ran out of sight.
It happened at a Beantown bar.
All the words I wanted to say
were said. I had simply run out–
the fricative hiss
of an empty keg.
I was shocked it came so soon.
I sensed my words were ending,
but thought they would fail slowly–
like dementia,
not a heart attack.
I’m now a mute. My vocal cords
and arcuate fasciculus, severed.
All that emerges now
is fricative silence–yet more profound
than all I’ve said before.
Henry Houston hilarious hippie
Known to party hearty get tipsy
But last night
Lost bar fight
Because he got proud and lippy
I could take the bank, the cleaners, the shoe store, the clothier
But when the tavern closed, I despaired
You see, Joe’s Bar & Grill wasn’t just another business
It was the place folks turned when their lives were a mess
Always a friendly voice to greet you,
a shoulder on which to cry
You went in feeling like two cents
~ emerged from there in the future perfect tense
.
bright eye’d
m-hm
all googlie eye’d and digits
nervous
‘cauze
mine digits wuhnuh reach
and touch’yuh
wit
i'm program’d proper
stalk hernz
only
resurrect’did
tap
The bartender mixed metaphors
smiling her sweet simile
Allegory she would not settle for
serving up a passion-filled sonnet to me
In the throes of rhymes without reason
couplets stuck in my craw, mercifully died
She offered me a drink apropos to the season
~ plied me with iambic tetrameter ‘til I ‘bout cried
Fun
Aspects
Survival,
"Good riddance" said,
Divorce Court Barbie,
Diversity Mattel,
Plastic fantasies couple,
Parked him in husband day care bar,
Should have party, no more ball and chain,
Don't need spaceship, navel gazing on brooms.
You almost knew what you were doing
You were in my bar
The way they had to you blind
Then keep you out of mind
That was who I was
Eyelids tell the x rated story to blank friends and hires
The only thing we have now is common ground whether we admit that or not
I wasn't alone there in my vomit yet the sooner they could feel it, the pulse had to wait for my name and its jester like curse
One day I held on to the drink
Your pale with hell to share in the next drunk circle jerk yet I wish the
Very well in parrelel to you
That a fume will sit for you and hear the darkest bell of turnarounds
I know where you were
The spelling of first
I know where you were
Oh! Where Have You Been
by Alice Maraglia
Your Uber/Lyft Transporter
My standard question when picking up a passenger
is, where have you been, and where are you going?
At times it is at the airport, work or other strange places.
My car is like a box of chocolates, to coin a phrase.
I never do know what I will get, or what's inside.
Sometimes, it's a gooey fun ride, and sometimes
it's just okay to cry.
It only takes a piece of candy or something to eat, making
you relaxed enough to pick up the beat.
I often feel like the bar tender who gives sound advice,
maybe the therapist, who picks your brain.
You listen to my bad jokes, laugh, and then you cry.
I will always be wanting to know, where have you been
and where are we going?
Well, it's off to some other corner of the world, a new
adventure lurks around the bend.
Can't wait for the journey to end.
My question will always be, and where have you been,
and where are you going?
Hop in, relax, and enjoy the ride.
I'll take you in my arms and hold you tight
caress you with my hands, pant with delight.
Excitement through my body cannot stop
into my mouth your body I will pop.
With gentle passion, lick off all your scent
until you melt and my arousal spent.
So, let me peel your wrapping long and slow
strip you, until your naked body shows.
I'll stare at you until I can't resist
then have my way with you, I promise this.
For me my love for you will never wain
i'll keep on coming back to you again.
When you are gone, I'll take another block
of chocolate; my first love i keep in stock.
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