Belly to the bar
this is the place i could go
dancing in destiny’s afterglow
in a forest of folk and lore
cardboard sayings for a cure
no race to be won in the land of papered, big, book, restraint
in this dance life strolls with a limp
sobering how i get around…when drink is down
iron seats bequeathing intimate strangers
all making calls…24 hours a day…to other confidential visitors
each of us with our own bumper sticker philosophy