hard night

the continuous welt of
circumstance
finally brings
a few of the brave to
weeping
others to
murder
offices of goverment-
al power and so
forth

but I’d like to think of
some good ones
entering the god damned
ring of
creativity

I’d like to see
some of these
enter
but
few do

like you know
I am sitting at the
end of the bar

and all the heads
turn left
as the barmaid
walks past
to draw a tap

well
some heads turn
right

but all heads
turn

we all begin to
order up

as I think,
let somebody touch
the button and let’s
be done
with it.

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