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Wednesday, January 16, 2019

THE WEATHER'S SO MISERABLE IT'S STARTING TO CHEER ME UP!

       I've done a lot of writing and 
songwriting in dark places - what
you might call dark places - dark,
either because there was no light
or dark because the company was odious.
In  WAIT-A-BIT in the dark 24 hours
a day six to ten months a year ( sometimes
it seems longer).
       You could call the Preacher dark company
here in this flickering light from the yellow
gun powder-flecked candles. His breath is bad and he's flatulent. The gruff words he utters are
like barks from a fat dog down a well.
        Susie is writhing on top of the bar stool.
Can't sit still.

         "Hey, Artie!  It's dark as fuck in here!
Light an oil lamp, will ya?"
          Artie's out back. Shouts back: "Can't find the oil!"  He emerges behind the bar. "I can always burn some liquor."
          "No don't do that!" Frank says. (I'm Frank)

           The wind is howling like 3 dreaming fiends outside the bar door.  Every so often it sounds like someone kicks the door.  But it's only the wind. 
            That wind would blow you right down along the ice on the river.

            "The weather's so miserable it's starting to cheer me up~!" says Frank.
           



(C)2019 by W.G. Milne

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