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Dimmed Lights

Whiskers, blonde and foamy
telescopic pint glass hardly taps
busy ancient movie poster tackily
posted askance a billboard mirror
tilting vaguely 
to reinforce each patron’s confidence.

Dimmed lights, bulbs lost
buried in a garden filled with butts
and slivers of glass
from some night’s failed negotiations
language blurs in direct proportion
to sobriety.

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