(when
was the last time you did something for the first time?
-sammy hagar)
bar
live
band
their
jam
they
defined
as
gothic cabaret
unlike
anything
i’ve
heard before
i
enjoyed it
because
it was so original
the
bartender
had
made such a strong
irish
car bomb
that
i ordered a beer instead
on
the second round
sat
there amid the sound
of
unhallowed ground
but
this is the most normal
thing
i’ve done in a long time
usually
white sheeted ghosts
cover
me while i have sex
in
graveyards with a corpse
that
couldn’t be given
a
christian burial
my
membranes
are
decorative dust balls
clinging
to the walls
of
a skull
no
anthropologist
will
find
because
when my actions
accomplish
the ashes
of
dust to dust
academics
won’t teach my screech
scholars
won’t dissect my reflect
even
now no one is listening
the
bar i had to leave
where
i was the only one
not
tattooed sleeved
because
my addictive cigarettes
demanded
i bet my life
against
the l.a. lights
where
neon sidewalks
are
still a designated
smoking
area in los angeles
for
now
clean
living in a dirty city
is
the sacred cow
but
l.a. is nothing if not
a
melting pot of discrimination
the
only way to know yourself
is
in a mixed bag of treats
the
last thing you eat
is
it your favorite
or
what you enjoy the least?
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