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Flustret

Flustret
a wicker house in
La Belle Epoque
kind of a large gazebo
ovesrized in fact
Flustret burned down several times
while I was a student in Uppsala
it was considered a classic venue
where boys and girls went to meet
each other,
drink sudsy Pripps beer,
smoke stróng Prince Red cigarettes
or smooth White,
charge up with snuff and Long John whiskey
and mostly dance...
sweaty
until late in the night, they might follow
each other home on the premise of
a cup of tea and the
wry promise of a closer
connection,
gypsy cabs waiting outside,
piloted by bandits washed up on this shore,
as we drive
hope we don't collide
might turn into pumpkins and mice
past 12
or maybe things would
end in crazy drunken fights between
strangers who stepped on each other's toes
and
perceived dignity and decided here's
where I draw the line...with knives,
in Flustret...tonight...
red eyed...
while women look
for their lost purple purses,
make-up running down their cheeks,
and runs in their stockings
in the harsh
white light that was a signal
of the conclusion of the
evening and the beginning of the morning after
in Flustret,
a place that burned down several times
and was resurrected to burn once again...

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