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now serving alcohol

Jan. 21, 2013
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She sits next to a man with yellow above his mustache
and just like some of the films we will walk out of
I regret quitting
and taste nostalgia.

In a flash we recognize each others' voice
as if details listed, with show times and ratings
and titles on glowing squares.

We read poetry in our marquees so
accurately that it makes us sick.

Two hour relationships find co-conspirators
in Clarke Gables and William H. Macys,
Wes Andersons and Jean Luc Godards.

The Oriental, the Landmark because it is a landmark.
Downtown, next to the building where I went
to alcoholics anonymous
and near the bagel shop I used to wake up at 4am in the morning for,
gladly proofing plastic embraced dough at 38
dollars a day.

The last time I went, I found  the white
space on the sign wasn't poetry, just advertising.
The art museum only has one floor of rotating work
and the lake smells like fish.



 Adam Asher has been published in Furrow, Scissors and Spackle and Burdock. He is the creator and host of the New word Document spoken word show and podcast. In his spare time he records music and collaborates with many of the talented people around the Milwaukee area. More information at adamasher.com.



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