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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