living in fear or nothing

[megansbook]

the bar sits on a
hill that is
STEEP AND HIDDEN
behind
the side
of the life
I frequent.
You're sitting
at the bar
with a man nameD
Carl. (you
say it starts
with "K". Or ends
in H.)
And it's all silent.
The drinks are cold
but faces are hot.
And The Capital
or Captin of Texas arrives.
The whisky is in
small glasses
with no ice.
The tequila
is gone.
Capt. Drank it all.
Stories aren't a rare commodity.
They flow off tounges through
mouths that've seen ages
long before our own.
Capt. came from Austin.
Carl with a K came from downtown.
You came from the ground.
underground where we live
in a home we carved ourselves.
Motorcycles and drive bys.
"We only hear the vibrations,"
You say. Lifting your eyebrows
dropping them down with a stare.
They are all looking up
The only thing
spinning is a
grey dust coated
cieling fan.
You are sober.
You are sober.
You are awkwened
By the sound
of that old blond broad
selling slippers
on QVC.