A Fly Taped to a Swollen Western Bar Floor

In the corner where the drinks don’t quite manage to get cleaned up and the sawdust and dirt gather, there is a little bit of a buzzing. A certain consciousness under the hand of fate, or otherwise can be referenced as a cruel trick by a snot-nosed-kid with a tape dispenser and a match who knows nothing about Buddhism or this half-lit microcosm.

Giddy-up.

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About genemyers

Gene Myers is a New Jersey poet, music journalist and columnist who learned to walk twice. His weekly column is called The Joy of Life. He was awarded first place in Arts and Entertainment Writing by The New Jersey Press Association.
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