in the pub, slumbering blue/

©2021 Michael Raven

strange the lines painted
from here to there
lingering in the smoke
haze nineteen and
behind the eight black
whiskey neat with
razor kissed wrists
i saw you standing through
the dim jaundiced light
sipping at something
whispered to life
in those storm cloud eyes
passing specters in
the bar light night
tell me a story
in neon red 

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