OnFortKnotts
That Once Stood In
South Gate
I want to drive back
To the old city
I want to walk there
And see one more time
The fluorescent lights
Outside white as the
Moths fluttering about
Let the bouncer
Pat me down. He can
Hold my backpack too.
(Take any money
Just leave the weed
And my pornographic
Magazines).
I want to go back.
Back to the old bar.
I want to walk in
And sit with Germans’
Ghost. I’ll buy this time.
For Memories’ sake.
I want Tanya’s tits
Pressed against my chest.
Her long drawn out voice:
“Coooommmmmeee oooooonnnnn
Ggggeeeettttt aaaaaa laaaappppdaaaannnnccceee
Frooommmmm mmmmmmeeeeee
BBBAAAABBBBBYYYYY!!!!”
I want to go back
To the nameless girls.
To those I never
Spoke with or looked at
But now the faint
Regret lingers like the
Smell of cheap perfumes
Inside the old bar.
In front of the bar
That’s where I will Sit.
The guys can come too
There’s plenty of stools
And a payphone in
The back of the bar
In case you become
So drunk you can’t drive.
All else is fairgame.
Bring back that last night.
I want to be there
When the doors closed
And we never
Returned.
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