in
waking
retrospect
the bar looked like a department store
& that was fine
in that dream way
& the way dreams are
spirits & chicken & white goods
hazard stacked on the floor
hazard stacked on the floor
lou reed lookalikes on the door
dressed transformer style
i thought
passable at least from afar
~
i am drinking again
but only dream-here
& only dreamed beer
no pain
none
& none of the meatworlds whisky fear
~
& theres no screaming at all
when
the
bulls
pile
in
slo-mo funny
passing on cherries but bagging fur
photo- Freedom Glares #2 from the Dagenham Archive
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