Lone
Wild boys burrow back to bar
till bar back pushes forward
mighty mugs. Ladies linger
leaderless line, perch pigeon stool,
get spit-faced fire water.
Boys fondle burnt brows,
says it matches fire in eyes.
Easy in, odd man out
back door, bottom down
up to sky, prays afterlife
not to exist for them.
They win everything else.
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