A maid pours wishful whiskey
Through hair tangled and tired
Envying the man in the dress
Full of the weary warmth
Of his babies and white fence
A dull copper bar flows between
The pretty man with his kind wife
And the runaway barmaid
Matching patience and hairstyles
Shyly watch the demons from the bank
Gravity lures dimming stars to a fold in the river
Where Hell breathes his metallic liquor
Knitting new law from sharpened nightmare
To swallow nature in a sack
And dress the meadow in pink
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