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Drink-Up
"In the bark of morning and
the bark of evening, you will gain
passage to hidden things." -Awakening Osiris
Here
I am. Drowned and smothered in smoke and music. Maybe one more horrible
headache could save me from my future proche. But one more song could
bury me.
I'm
bent over backwards. All the way back. My neck's against the wall.
"Work me, Lord." No one can see my eyes. I've hidden them
well. I've hidden everything about me. Well I didn't hide it... but it's
hidden.
Neptune is in June and Armageddon's in my bed. In
my head is a Cold War.
Yaourt. Why did I write "Yaourt"?
I
didn't.
This
is between the glasses. I have a lot of time for soliloquy. Tall and
sudden she was. With an arch at the top of her head. I remember that and
the eyes and the shape of the head and nothing else. But I'd remember
those things unconscious underwater
And
she was leaning over me. Holding a cigarette in her right hand. Oddly
enough on her right wrist was a watch. Guess. "Why are you wearing
a watch on your right arm?" I asked.
She
said it was because of a bracelet on her left wrist that was less
bothersome than on her right. I was staring at the space on the red
couch between our legs as she said this. I'm strange like that.
My
head was throbbing but my legs weren't yet weak. I could've walked all
the way from the place Republique to Charonne where my bike was. But
Bruce Springsteen said "There's magic in the night." and I've
been looking for it ever since.
It's somewhere between the bottles I'm
sure. Least that's what they tell me on T.V...
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