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Paris Bar
Screaming sign
Biere .. Biere
Neon blood coursing through glass
veins
Embracing objects in red, then black
Inside
Clouds of blue smoke
Weaving through blades of ceiling
fans
Swarming like gnats around patrons' heads
Arnan
Each wrinkle a year
Teasing his half-full glass with his
finger
Staring through clouded blue orbs
Couples
Men, muscles too big for their arms
Women, makeup like war paint
Sitting at tables, drinking away time
Hostile eyes
Too many to count
Burning through my flesh
Screaming etranger ... foreigner ...
Outside
Rush of hot air
Pale, dirty pavement
Sign turning me the color of blood
--Steve DuBois
