featherbrain or 'the bar maids poem'

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tomato light bulbs in the window,

a string of red lights,

tailed by two blue curtains

falling from the ceiling begging for attention.

a bear walks in and orders a beer.

bottles on the wall framed in brick stones,

red, yellow and white and the grey

slush outside surrounds the earth echoing.

echoes materialize, they pass and liquidate

under frozen rain – always, or they

enter the room – sometimes.

signs on tables

carved by sisters and brothers

spinning on black leather chairs.

in the bar, an old lamp

with holes in her shade,

light escaping going for a hike

on a path through the forest.