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Nov 152012
 

by Colin Dodds

 

This is exactly what happens

when you give a salary

to a man with a heart full of despair

 

We drank in the Polish part of town

until every other word we spoke was ‘Dracula’

The clear liquor only muddied the situation

 

Leaning over the bar,

the cleavage of the bartendrix

looked like the inside of a cathedral

 

Whose religion repeats and repeats

over the jukebox:

Everything’s Gone. Be Alright.

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