Hotel Fight

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A glass chandelier
for scotch
escapes chain
smoker made of tar and character,
camel rides slowly into stifled Atlas
cloud somehow broiling,
sweating from a marital broast,
overflow leading to the Erie Lake.
Walls shrink,
cubing into glass
figments of calm,
fancy enough for cocktail
parties full of enormous bubble cans
of DUI potential.
What’s left of it all
strung up like a chandelier
for appearance
but truly for drinking.

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