Whiskey Barrel Tables
Where were you in 1994 August?
"Reading" A love poem on the table in a biker bar, wearing a dress Sun handmade hand, a number of soft cotton. A red basket filled with peanuts, kicked out of the way, in the lap of a man with scars on his face, I begin …. Thirty seconds of my voice, falsetto voice and happy, then I see the brown glass ashtray come but I am still full of whiskey. exploits my right cheek and I fell. In the under the dress that I have a surprise and is loaded with buckshot, the two guns. I finished my poem, standing surrounded by unstable black leather and smoke. add a few lines that were not originally part of the piece and ask them to look intently at my finger on the trigger and point to remind the waiter as I stumble back in the evening air and become a legend. by Dave Magill
August 94, my mind was on fire wise man cheap whiskey dancers onstage plans cover the pocket of the door cover of rubbish in the stream make the collections to feed the sharks fall deeper into my habits black hole shot this was my night went on for days Heat burns in a fire rage consumes Yes Dave I mighta thrown ashtray and also shot gun was too small, so the odds woulda liked Amazing how we've grown in life, but never become pawns legends that is what my friend was writing pretty
Antique Pair of English Victorian porcelain whiskey barrel