In an old saloon in an alleyway behind a drugstore

Sacred rituals transpired daily around a horseshoe bar

The high priest carefully dispensing the sacramental

Each prepared according to an individual prescription

Mumbled mantras overheard amongst lonely barstools

Off duty prostitutes and chefs and other such misfits

Meeting in the early morning practice of sacred rites

Sharing emotions only the loneliest amid us could know

Embracing these familiarities until the breaking of dawn

Like bats in a cave coveting the dimness of the dark

Nocturnal denizens of an alter-conscious universe.



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eleven_eleven's picture

different than your usual.

different than your usual. nice

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Back to my active alcoholic days 25 years ago.