Navigating the aisles
captivating the smiles
that pass my way
replenish the earth
rekindle the flame
remember the name
while radiant riots
temper disquiet
delusions of grandeur
trays of ice
rings of oranges and lime
do slice
tequila shots save me from
complacency
awkward angels
pass through these hallowed halls
enchanting sailors with three
fingers of Scotch
intoxicating
no rush for the exits
as the storm brews outside
the movie theater and whistles
its soul through the barren streets
that have stopped making sense
where only we brave the tempestuous
doom that showers in waves of
desecration and illumination
in Trondheim's hills and valley floors
degenerate holy men sell books and trinkets
at airport doors
launching vertical rays
sceptered
crescendos of ectoplasmic kingdoms
reverberate and berate their
unhappy hosts who
seek to understand the bottom line

the apache kid