In the bar where sad things grow, Where(s) Happiness(?), is pumped in Like champagne through IV. I-found-us-strung-together-again- “ Now I’m the type of person to- fall- **** near in love with gratitude. ” “ Like that glancing smile, Hidden behind a mask of bourbon and- all ten hail marys you replaced with ****** ones. ” “ And if gratitude gets you this far? Just imagine what the *** is like. ”
a short little diddy recollecting some conversations I had with the miscellaneous crowds and comforters at choir concerts and orchestras .
This is the perfect time to write I’m right at the end of 25 years on this planet Sitting in a bar at 3:14 pm on a cold Thursday in January, 2021 I’ve had a bad day So I decided driving by this bar that I was gonna stop and have a drink because that’s what I needed today So far I was right I ordered a angry orchard on an empty stomach and drank the first half really quickly so I’d get that good buzz really quickly the nice bartender, an older lady asked me if wanted food so I asked for a menu because, why not? I’m broker than ever and can’t really afford to be doing what I’m doing right now but what’s an extra 6.99 on pretzel sticks with beer cheese? It’s beer cheese for heavens sake. when the going gets tough, the tough get going to get a good drink on tap I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time I get lucky I guess My whole life has been built on me Completely on me to decide where I’m gonna go and how my life is going to look That’s kind of scary honestly that my life and my sons life relies completely on my shoulders I can’t ***** up I can’t give up So we will just keep going
I was thinking if ever I went to Bethlehem for Christmas Then Bethlehem would have had two Stars I'd be there shining mightily like I do And all the people, they'd suddenly say from afar Look! Look yonder...yonder lies a Star There's another Star, another Star in Bethlehem Look! He's in there drinking, drinking at the bar He's just having... just having himself a jar The Other Star...the Other Star of Bethlehem.
And then they'd all gather around me excited saying You're the Other Star, the Other Star of Bethlehem And I'd say "I'm the what, the Other, the Other Star of Bethlehem Well that ain't exactly very flattering Maybe I don't want to be 'the Other Star'". So I'd think for a second "Why not call me instead, call me... the Czar, the Czar of Bethlehem Then the Star could be the Star again And me! I could be the Czar The Czar of Bethlehem".
Wow!! they all said in unison, You're the Czar, you're not the Star You're the Czar The Czar of Bethlehem.
A bit of seasonal silliness. This came to me while Christmas shopping LoL.
A billiard table imprints its damp shadow on a yellow wooden floor. The game still unbegun, mere fragment of the sorrow felt by the patrons whose wilted heads will still be here tomorrow, if tomorrow comes. Red walls distended by burning lamps and burned out hearts beating blood through ear drums: Reverie to the night god / Dreaming tramps drowning in their heads in lakes of absinthe color of the ceiling better than being awake but indefinitely absent. The lamps blink, eyes floating, speak all-seeing: Vincent, let us meet before you entreat the crows out of your head into the wheat.
Inspired by Vincent van Gogh's painting The Night Café.
5 dollars for the beer And 5 for your sadness Could have been something But the light went out Dust collecting to the right It could have been dynamite Champion of the come and unwind Instead in creeps what the devil may find Dreams don’t live here Only remnants of better days And the crackle of desperation So 5 dollars for the beer And 5 for your sadness The least I can do. Before moving on to the next spot.