Harlem Dives (Pubs) My limbs meander In through the door My words slosh spill and slide Across the floor Mercurial voices coalesce In senseless banter Revelry moves in shadows At an insane canter Eyes connect to disconnect Across vinyl table tops Smoke hangs limp Over sleazy lighted spots Eyelids droop halfway In shame and guilt Lips leer, sneer in curls With an undefined tilt Pale and dark ales Froth over edges Trickles from draft taps Flow down counter ledges Puddles turn to stains That mirror murderous intent Curtained corners hush Dope plots and money lent Slouched bodies speak of Sloth in jobless tongues Sweat reeks of garlic Spewed from flacid lungs Breasts ooze over a dress Arousal lusts for nakedness Hands grope in murky booths Lips engineer ways to rid The marijuana blues A semblance of manhood restored I swagger out a trifle bored. Amrita Chatterji
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 11:03:05 +0000
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