Bar

Walking with a barroom smile,

like a camel for a mile.

The walls condense to liquid

In the timespan of a moment.

The moment dissolves–

into hours of stupor,

Which resists the urge

to disappear:

Amounting to a urine grin

which brings another evening

to an end.

 

Winter 1973

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