i saw her in a corner of my neighborhood bar
sitting on a lonesome chair
with a look both near and far
and her eyes were shooting stars
more upsetting than a shopping mall
full of war damaged vintage Russian cars
and the banana merchants who quietly slipped away
without a word when they were asked to pay
for all the hearts they ever sold without an honest smile,
or the hanging judge they bought before the latest murder trial,
and the several dirty rugs they tossed out on the floor
which they assured would entirely stop the coming holocaust world war
but a savage looking one with ashes in his grey beard
said he knew what it was his ancestors feared
while from around the hidden corner i mechanically peered
i saw her in a corner of my neighborhood bar
dreaming of a future with the sweet taste of desire
like a tune was caressing her rose-colored lips
under the shadow of an impending apocalypse
i looked at her for a long, long time
waiting for my moment to strike
waiting for the bell to chime
but everything was counted and nothing else i saw was mine:
the tracks around her neck and the sad hair on her head
gave me nervous sweats and filled me with dread
so with one leg ready i turned to run out
but i juggled with indecision when i finally heard her shout
"don't be sad about the horrors of war;
beyond this earth everything that happens has happened before!"
and in a far distance i heard gentle voices and saw a growing void
reminding me of what to harvest and what to avoid:
an underground and free spaces overhead,
making room at the local bar for all the phantoms who are acting dead:
but through their bony mouths they were sipping drinks with ice cubes in their teeth
while softly asking "what is my belief?"
but i didn't have to answer much and much to my relief,
i grabbed that girl and tip toed out the back door like a disappearing thief.
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