Jurassic Barflies by TuaVerbaNihiliFacio, literature
Literature
Jurassic Barflies
"Too many nightlives have gone past my eyes
while I waited for the dawn with my fear.
I spent too much time lost in amber with barflies – "
(Habits harden in a few hundred years.)
"Nights with too much drink and too little rest
flowed into others that crystallised well;
not a cloud in my mind as my thoughts are undressed
though my nostrils remain fogged with the smell
of hops and the cleaner used on my glass,
and on the screen that covers the wood
of this bartop where many have wished their nights past
would come home again – " (But what if they should?)
"I don't know; I guess I've been fixating
less on the bartop itself than th
Time sashays like a creole strumpet,
barefoot and brown down Rue Madeleine
past this window, this table,
where gumbo steams and shrimp tails
clutter my plate.
A molasses haze fogs the lamplight.
A young man too full of libation
succumbs to this damp heat,
bent nearly double,
splatters his feet.
A coasting cabbie slows to say,
Laissez le bon temps rouler
and laughs until his brakelights fade.