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I fathom ghosts in dark bars. Tortured flickers in old neon, whose tribulations, frozen in the heyday, of their soda pop, jukebox glory, are lost, in the clutter of human extemporanea. Figurative vestiges, from an era of nuclear optimism, that have been reduced, to dime store novelty. As cloaked and unrealized, as the distillation, of alcoholic dreams, alchemical vespers, paying wistful homage. A tribute, from inside this rat-fuck procession, of technologically greed, which has wrought the shelving, of blue collar heroism, the extinction of the unsung. It is in this, that the neon finds its muse, and labors on. And the numbing of aspiration continues, Prescribed on tap, for those who seek to thwart, the stampede of the fittest. And at that junction, where they are forced to yield to imminent refugeeism, They find one another, misspoken and assumed, momentarily relieved to cohabitate, Where the beer is cold, and the juke box is still, A welcomed friend. And the good times, just roll, and roll, and roll.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
Juke Joint Revival
I fathom ghosts in dark bars. Tortured flickers in old neon, whose tribulations, frozen in the heyday, of their soda pop, jukebox glory, are lost, in the clutter of human extemporanea. Figurative vestiges, from an era of nuclear optimism, that have been reduced, to dime store novelty. As cloaked and unrealized, as the distillation, of alcoholic dreams, alchemical vespers, paying wistful homage. A tribute, from inside this rat-fuck procession, of technologically greed, which has wrought the shelving, of blue collar heroism, the extinction of the unsung. It is in this, that the neon finds its muse, and labors on. And the numbing of aspiration continues, Prescribed on tap, for those who seek to thwart, the stampede of the fittest. And at that junction, where they are forced to yield to imminent refugeeism, They find one another, misspoken and assumed, momentarily relieved to cohabitate, Where the beer is cold, and the juke box is still, A welcomed friend. And the good times, just roll, and roll, and roll.
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42/F/Pennsylvania
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
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