Saturday, February 03, 2007

pub"life"

semi-darkness wrapped in smoke and drawing like a vacuum the young and the willing, the bored and the curious.

lee harvey smoozes with little bo peep and orders drinks from keith richards/bd.

smoke is the air they breathe as more talent than they can perceive pours passionate precision forth into the conversation as they assign priorities to their senses.

do they wonder beyond the night's tawdry "conquest" to what such callous adolescent indifference equates in terms of human coherence?

petty attempts at flattery fall on willingly ignorant ears and illicit sometimes charmingly effective smiles, cliched routine an adventure to the first time fool.

3 Comments:

Anonymous MBB said...

A little pain with honesty behind it makes great soul food. Well written.

9:48 PM  
Blogger Joni said...

Funny. I have a poem of a similar subject at my blog right now.

Nice stuff, Schlabby.

5:21 AM  
Blogger rebecca said...

hmm. i don't know what to say.

3:05 PM  

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