Accidental Bar Towels

Stacking my collection
of reminders folded along
stripes red and blue and white
lead me on downed lines
about dancing flames
and their moth mouths petty
and pretty like butter
and shoo
and all sortsa
but mostly bar
flies and how their tabs
tells their lies their
jukebox songs their lives
all captured in amber
and lager and porter
for as long until
last call.

Then and Now
watching them tumbling
colliding in hapless manners
thinking again of them
wiped out and cleaned up
after all this is all
in all honesty of mistakes
and trouser snakes
and cotton mouths
all so inexplicably
swimming serpentine
nearing closing time
and none of them the wiser
for nor free from naught
pacing themselves
left stage or right
into that good night.

Like my accidental
mismingled socks
We're all left to roam
amongst all all the same
at the end of the shift
the belligerent
the ignorant
strong willed
and a little stained
just the same
we're all we are
in denial
in anger
in bargaining are
so lonely to succumb
out of depression
accepting eventually
and hopefully we
will someday
have found our way
folded and clean
But for now I am being
reminded that
my lint trap
needs cleaning.
reminded that
my lint trap
needs cleaning.