tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post4421212344111227474..comments2023-04-30T10:12:51.600-04:00Comments on The Butterfly Bar: Eyes that Sing, Eric Bachman 2007The Butterfly Barhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286918141504092096noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-43627696961474983332009-12-02T12:18:56.357-05:002009-12-02T12:18:56.357-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-76858606686775888642007-11-12T19:01:00.000-05:002007-11-12T19:01:00.000-05:00karma...we climb the walls at random crazy times, ...karma...we climb the walls at random crazy times, accidently karmic, and would love, love,love to have you Clinkin' with us at the bar! That would be so very very cool!singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-33606243977342840372007-11-12T14:30:00.000-05:002007-11-12T14:30:00.000-05:00Thanks, Singy. I'll have to try to get on here on...Thanks, Singy. I'll have to try to get on here one night and play with you guys.....Lola Starrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00389474503579493129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-9661207373612747812007-11-11T22:02:00.000-05:002007-11-11T22:02:00.000-05:00The bartender called meat homefound the phone numb...The bartender called me<BR/>at home<BR/>found the phone <BR/>number on a wadded up napkin<BR/>carved in the bar<BR/>disconnected<BR/>reconnected<BR/>transferred over<BR/>to find out if <BR/>we were free<BR/>for karaoke<BR/>Thursdays<BR/>or Fridays, again.<BR/><BR/>To wonder out loud<BR/>what happened between<BR/>the last kiss on the cheek<BR/>and now...singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-54012877851856087562007-11-11T18:19:00.000-05:002007-11-11T18:19:00.000-05:00Sunday newsgamespiped in Religionwaftingthrough my...Sunday news<BR/>games<BR/>piped in Religion<BR/>wafting<BR/>through my windows<BR/>TV's three doors down<BR/>billowing<BR/>scores and hymnlines<BR/>infomercials for the sleepless....<BR/>and I'm a jellyfish....<BR/>long arms and legs<BR/>tangled, <BR/>limp,<BR/>lost on the coquina riddled shoreline<BR/>"You call this a couch?"<BR/>transluscent blue and pink<BR/>saran wrapped skin<BR/>poisen dying <BR/>in the<BR/>morning sun.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-76258324950480413372007-11-10T09:23:00.000-05:002007-11-10T09:23:00.000-05:00And the morning mirroris adrowning pool...And the morning mirror<BR/>is a<BR/>drowning pool...singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-45590795992961113512007-11-09T20:35:00.000-05:002007-11-09T20:35:00.000-05:00It's 1:30 and they're raisin'their bottlestheir re...It's 1:30 and they're raisin'<BR/>their bottles<BR/>their red blue glasses<BR/>concotions<BR/>divinities<BR/>in the air<BR/>cheek-kissing their new best friends<BR/>and accidental lovers...<BR/>heaven for one last <BR/>haunted dance<BR/><BR/>the lucky ones<BR/>go home<BR/>with ghostssingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-54792087455948962082007-11-09T20:30:00.000-05:002007-11-09T20:30:00.000-05:00clink!"but, sometimes they do""Will you be my drea...clink!<BR/>"but, sometimes they do"<BR/><BR/>"Will you be my dream?"<BR/>Neon lit and <BR/>flashing<BR/>electric fireplace<BR/>plugged in<BR/>never ending<BR/>never rekindled<BR/>always burning...<BR/><BR/>Electric waterfall<BR/>Tumbling…<BR/>Rumbling<BR/>Underwater<BR/>Psychedelic slide show…<BR/>“Will you be my dream?”<BR/><BR/>And he said yes,<BR/>And meant it…<BR/>Falling<BR/>Into<BR/>Flames<BR/>Ashes<BR/>Storybook endings<BR/><BR/>While she slept…..singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-32292930158644366422007-11-09T20:23:00.000-05:002007-11-09T20:23:00.000-05:00If the people get louder,the band gets louderuntil...If the people get louder,<BR/>the band gets louder<BR/>until every body nods<BR/>'yeah, yeah, yeah'--<BR/>until after last call<BR/>when the drinks lift<BR/>clinks! resound in choir<BR/>and everyone gets told <BR/>they don't have to go home <BR/>but they can't stay here.<BR/><BR/>But sometimes they doeric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-22834235742356378352007-11-09T20:18:00.000-05:002007-11-09T20:18:00.000-05:00Damn! I can't even spell that right.I'll write on...Damn! I can't even spell that right.<BR/><BR/>I'll write one right now.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-88505716625358561662007-11-09T20:17:00.000-05:002007-11-09T20:17:00.000-05:00Dman that was good all by itself!Dman <BR/><BR/>that was good all by itself!eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-9631876447339962372007-11-09T20:06:00.000-05:002007-11-09T20:06:00.000-05:00I can't danceCan't hang onhold onto the last verse...I can't dance<BR/>Can't hang on<BR/>hold on<BR/>to the last verse<BR/>any longer<BR/>any lower<BR/>any more hallelujahs gone<BR/>but I wanted<BR/>to say thank you<BR/>and I wandered in<BR/>when the sun was<BR/>powder puffing the sky<BR/>and the black lights<BR/>were hibernating<BR/>to scribble <BR/>a teeny tiny<BR/>nothing in the coppertop,<BR/>to leave <BR/>the slightest<BR/>faintest<BR/>miss-you<BR/>we-were-here<BR/>to bury itself<BR/>amongst the <BR/>wet bottlerings....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-25179657796600489392007-11-09T19:55:00.000-05:002007-11-09T19:55:00.000-05:00walked through a hallway scantly lit and ringing w...walked through a hallway <BR/>scantly lit and ringing with Friday night's buzz of desperarion<BR/><BR/>passing the kids and their fake IDs<BR/>the regulars and the waitresses<BR/>the players, dancers and swayers<BR/>single day regulators and then<BR/>there's maybe a spirit or two.<BR/><BR/>I'll have to wait twenty minutes<BR/>at the beaten copper bar <BR/>but they never left my bottle empty<BR/>or a word drop<BR/><BR/>Because the bartender likes me<BR/><BR/>because I've been here too long, <BR/>or maybe <BR/>long enough <BR/><BR/>like a penny in the well<BR/>I fall farther, faster<BR/>because I wouldn't be missed<BR/><BR/>but a voice behind me says I'm wrong<BR/><BR/>two splashes echo <BR/>as the cash register rings<BR/><BR/>and people talk and <BR/>the band sings<BR/>to the beat of Friday night's pulse<BR/><BR/>It's not your own yet it helps you<BR/>to find your own level <BR/>no matter how deep you have to go.<BR/><BR/>Tonights are too short<BR/>but tomorrows <BR/>are a long way yet <BR/>flying like the crow<BR/>sour mash bird on a train<BR/>before the sun light. <BR/><BR/>Like always<BR/>the sky <BR/>with the scarcest thread of light <BR/>looking on me--<BR/>coming or going.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-74820385582195675052007-11-08T23:22:00.000-05:002007-11-08T23:22:00.000-05:00It was cold when theyopened the double doorssmoke ...It was cold when they<BR/>opened the double doors<BR/>smoke breath<BR/>frost breath<BR/>out of breath<BR/>was the ticket in <BR/>for free<BR/>and I held my<BR/>breath<BR/>and <BR/>smiled,<BR/>paid the cover at the door...singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-84172975511794536732007-11-08T23:07:00.000-05:002007-11-08T23:07:00.000-05:00karma...you can paint on the walls anytime you lik...karma...you can paint on the walls anytime you like....we keep the chalk, the spraypaint, and the bic pens just outside the door, clumped in a pile, by the "Must be 21 to enter after 9:00" sign....<BR/>peace~love little onesingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-80754430406981202922007-11-08T11:09:00.001-05:002007-11-08T11:09:00.001-05:00I like the colors! You guys are amazingly talente...I like the colors! You guys are amazingly talented! :)Lola Starrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00389474503579493129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-80097097538157392632007-11-08T11:09:00.000-05:002007-11-08T11:09:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-30350971339345354322007-11-08T07:13:00.000-05:002007-11-08T07:13:00.000-05:00Myutopia....We're still painting the walls and dra...Myutopia....We're still painting the walls and draggin' out the tables and chairs! Thanks for stoppin' in and visitin'! Clink!<BR/><BR/>Maithri.....<BR/>Your writing is a waterfall<BR/>of sounds<BR/>constant<BR/>falling stars <BR/>in a never ending<BR/>lullabye....<BR/>Just beautiful!<BR/>Peace~lovesingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-53270798003263421242007-11-07T22:19:00.000-05:002007-11-07T22:19:00.000-05:00Ah what beauty you speak here!Soft Eyes... Playing...Ah what beauty you speak here!<BR/><BR/>Soft Eyes... <BR/>Playing that first <BR/>Solo <BR/>in Loves concerto,<BR/><BR/>Harmonies of light,<BR/>Chords of sensuality,<BR/>Singing,<BR/>Breathing,<BR/>From the open windows of the soul,<BR/><BR/>Radiant pools <BR/>of unborn tears,<BR/>Rippling with <BR/>music, <BR/>brimming over <BR/>with love,<BR/><BR/>MMaithrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17039947095595430108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-50149118320012367282007-11-07T08:52:00.000-05:002007-11-07T08:52:00.000-05:00neat site!neat site!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07149003661590866046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-46977735758723202152007-11-06T21:06:00.000-05:002007-11-06T21:06:00.000-05:00Cigarette balancedjust sodoing gray ballet on it's...Cigarette balanced<BR/>just so<BR/>doing gray ballet on it's own<BR/>teetering<BR/>tottering<BR/>ashes to ashes<BR/>and we all fall down<BR/><BR/>Michelob <BR/>sweating<BR/>fighting for <BR/>right handed time with<BR/>crayolas and<BR/>ink pens<BR/>and pauses in conversation....<BR/><BR/>And she's back,<BR/>Deja Vue with different wallpaper,<BR/>hugging the wall,<BR/>staring at me <BR/>staring at her<BR/>waiting for<BR/>birth<BR/>to be a name called out loud,<BR/>but they're just the same....<BR/><BR/>And I color them endlessly.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-51589562321686027302007-11-06T17:55:00.000-05:002007-11-06T17:55:00.000-05:00And youknowiknowyouknow how I feel about this one!...And youknowiknowyouknow how I feel about this one! And still you add a word, a comma, a thought teetering on the edge of.....<BR/>Clink!<BR/>Peace, my friend, travel safe.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.com