OLD CONTRACT IPHONE

far as i recall dino valenti was warbling out the speakers
and a silent snobbish iphone propped on hardbacks may have been taping
and
find
it
now
and
you might
find
out
what was in the Saturday Night Punch

so dino warbled - ethereal like bay mist - and we shot pool with gins and when the gin was gone 
i
conjured
like
a
miracle man
Saturday
Night
Punch

drugs filled the pauses between the frames like half time oranges and soon household implements replaced cheap cues bent like bonfire willow . . .

Saturday Night Punch was delicious - from its hefty bouquet as much as from its unexpected appearance - we were dry !
that
horrible
time of night that should never come knocking
that
sinks the stomach
and
people search out their coats
while
the brain cries out 
from
a
sudden stale ennui that Now Its Alone

i recall there were angostura bitters from a bottle sticky as honey and sloe gin - a gift tasted but unfinished - tucked in the fridge door with hot sauces - squeezed limes and ice crushed in a cloth with a steak mallet - and a fast dash of tabasco 
but
the
other
ingredients of Saturday Night Punch- for the counter top was full with
cartons and containers
and
shakers and slicers
are
lost
to
an
old
contract
iphone

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