tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post8036496739531002277..comments2023-04-30T10:12:51.600-04:00Comments on The Butterfly Bar: I Love This Bar (The Beerhall Epic, Part 1) Eric Bachman and SingletonThe Butterfly Barhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286918141504092096noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-22178485527319708892008-01-21T22:31:00.000-05:002008-01-21T22:31:00.000-05:00Time stoppedaccidentlytumblingdune~rollingcrumpled...Time stopped<BR/>accidently<BR/>tumbling<BR/>dune~rolling<BR/>crumpled <BR/>in a <BR/>notebook,<BR/>love letters<BR/>in psychedelic colors<BR/>blurring<BR/>running<BR/>spilling<BR/>on the pages...<BR/>THEN......<BR/><BR/>And now<BR/>the tick tock<BR/>the maybe swing<BR/>the "time is on your side",<BR/>a lullabye,<BR/>an afterthought....<BR/><BR/>the traffic light<BR/>back<BR/>on yellow...<BR/>blinking....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-52956797678039763342008-01-21T20:20:00.000-05:002008-01-21T20:20:00.000-05:00Clink!Beautiful!Absolutely beautiful!Clink!<BR/>Beautiful!<BR/>Absolutely beautiful!singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-78110368643663142162008-01-20T05:08:00.000-05:002008-01-20T05:08:00.000-05:00Saturday night soul-lovemade hot on the telephonem...Saturday night soul-love<BR/>made hot on the telephone<BR/>made ready to go--<BR/>the small hours counting<BR/>each minute, <BR/>each second,<BR/>each breath<BR/>like the last<BR/>or the first:<BR/><BR/>one <BR/>just for <BR/>the side-winding road<BR/>spilling out behind and<BR/>ahead of our step<BR/><BR/>two<BR/>for the godess's <BR/>eyes falling lower<BR/>and coming closer,<BR/>as wide as the moon<BR/>golden coin rising<BR/>in the dark <BR/><BR/>three<BR/>for the <BR/>"don't wake them up"<BR/>shushes, pursed lips<BR/>the knowing finger<BR/>"nobody knows we're here"<BR/>and the church mice take<BR/>their tea as the door<BR/>sweeps closed <BR/>behind our bare feet<BR/><BR/>* * *<BR/><BR/>Sunday crept in cat-tyle<BR/>holy day<BR/>grace day<BR/>soul and spirit and<BR/>smiles as the sunrises<BR/>and love spills out<BR/>on the warm sheets <BR/>like the sun <BR/>through the stained glass<BR/>window casting red wine<BR/>blue ice<BR/>green glows<BR/>yellow all-over-us<BR/>becoming<BR/>being<BR/>been<BR/>was<BR/>is <BR/>will be forever<BR/>the writing on the wall<BR/>runs in blue ink...<BR/><BR/>like your mascara,<BR/>unnecessary<BR/>but enticing all the same<BR/><BR/>Sunday soulmates<BR/>sitting back to back<BR/>face to face<BR/>love to love<BR/><BR/>and the sun shines down<BR/>on another sweet-soul Sunday<BR/><BR/>doing our best <BR/>to keep it holy<BR/>to keep it as long<BR/>as we can...<BR/><BR/>A gift from the butterfly<BR/>called time,<BR/>she loves me and that's<BR/>all I need to know.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-20034813232795371612008-01-18T18:39:00.000-05:002008-01-18T18:39:00.000-05:00Friday's are free,a blue balloon chasing the moon,...Friday's are free,<BR/>a blue balloon <BR/>chasing the moon,<BR/>a chain of daisies,<BR/>"he loves me, loves me not",<BR/>...petals strewn everywhere....<BR/><BR/>Friday's are free <BR/>and <BR/>I'm a<BR/>barefoot flower girl....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-4892864227474954802008-01-17T23:58:00.000-05:002008-01-17T23:58:00.000-05:00And it's Thursday,five dollars at the doorand they...And it's Thursday,<BR/>five dollars at the door<BR/>and they <BR/>wooed me<BR/>bribed me<BR/>pulled me in on a kite string,<BR/>and dangled me over<BR/>the campfire,<BR/>"somemores"<BR/>on the dancefloor to<BR/>Wild Thing and<BR/>Rolling Stones...<BR/><BR/>And it's Thursday,<BR/>Friday's are for dancin',<BR/>but tonight's good<BR/>for a spin....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-72046220021314612802008-01-16T22:00:00.000-05:002008-01-16T22:00:00.000-05:00And it's Wednesday,the wicked child,curl in the mi...And it's Wednesday,<BR/>the wicked child,<BR/>curl in the middle,<BR/>half way up<BR/>and half way down,<BR/>blonde<BR/>and<BR/>"See Jane Run" innocent...<BR/><BR/>Wednesday<BR/>at the candy store...singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-17078117137454514002008-01-16T04:46:00.000-05:002008-01-16T04:46:00.000-05:00Mona Lisa of Monday nighta million years gone,a bl...Mona Lisa of Monday night<BR/>a million years gone,<BR/>a blue star screaming<BR/>in the foreverness--<BR/>a lonesome glimmer <BR/>of her cold distant light<BR/><BR/>It's a new Tuesday morning,<BR/>meeting midnight at the pass<BR/>we finally see it clearly:<BR/>the end was then,<BR/>a new begining to yet come,<BR/>glittering and bejangled,<BR/>a parade of rockstarlets<BR/>and gallant troubadors<BR/>marching onward toward<BR/>last call and beyond...<BR/><BR/>If I offered you a ride home<BR/>in my love-struck motorcade<BR/>would you take my hand?<BR/>my keys?<BR/>my face in your hands <BR/>kissing me back to life<BR/>until the tequila rosette <BR/>early morning twilight<BR/>reminded us to fall down,<BR/><BR/>hands that hold faces <BR/>touching the earthly god<BR/>called my lover<BR/>to catch us with grace-- <BR/>would you sleep by my side<BR/>for a million more years?<BR/><BR/>And meet me again<BR/>on wicked Wednesday night <BR/>on the gasoline soaked <BR/>dance floor<BR/>scorched but alive through<BR/>this slowest of all burns...eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-4802952187844430572008-01-14T22:54:00.000-05:002008-01-14T22:54:00.000-05:00It wasn't forever,or eternity...but a hiccup,a con...It wasn't forever,<BR/>or eternity...<BR/>but a hiccup,<BR/>a conversation interrupted,<BR/>laughter caught in a bubble,<BR/>sky~bent<BR/>floating,<BR/>lost in the wind,<BR/>bridge hopping,<BR/>flying<BR/>96 mph<BR/>with the roof off<BR/>to the<BR/><BR/>traffic light <BR/>stuck on yellow<BR/>just before we crossed<BR/>the street...singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-18030274702528637212008-01-14T22:23:00.000-05:002008-01-14T22:23:00.000-05:00She's high,incognito and obvious,castanets clinkin...She's high,<BR/>incognito and <BR/>obvious,<BR/>castanets clinkin',<BR/>black babydolls<BR/>and <BR/>fishnet hose,<BR/>dancin' on the tabletops,<BR/>secrets<BR/>on the skillet....<BR/>fryin'....<BR/><BR/>she's high,<BR/>up to no good and<BR/>everything <BR/>better than<BR/>the time before....<BR/>flitting back and forth<BR/>between the yellow pages<BR/>and the <BR/>google-me-nots,<BR/>pink candy for<BR/>the moment....<BR/><BR/>She's high...<BR/>Cheap Candy for the moment....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-45678384632283700162008-01-14T01:45:00.000-05:002008-01-14T01:45:00.000-05:00Three words affected me like match put to the fuse...Three words affected me <BR/>like match put to the fuse<BR/><BR/>"I love you," <BR/>her scribble last line proclaimed<BR/>and I fell back through the Earth<BR/>and forth from the stark blue sky<BR/>in the mid afternoon burn...<BR/><BR/>Lit as I read her letter,<BR/>a Roman candle bursting shimmers<BR/>that sparkled into the clouds!<BR/><BR/>A chariot rolling in triumph<BR/><BR/>A bird of prey circling high<BR/>in the hot rising currents,<BR/><BR/>I was the sun, the moon<BR/>the light in the night bird's <BR/>searching eyes,<BR/><BR/>I was food for a starving child,<BR/><BR/>The proverbial day that every dog<BR/>dreams about,<BR/><BR/>The promise of a new day<BR/>and the dawn of that itself<BR/><BR/>I was the neon sign <BR/>welcoming all lovers under my glow<BR/><BR/>I was the strip and the endless<BR/>summer night of the city<BR/><BR/>I was the wind in their<BR/>wild streaming hair<BR/>the convertible top down<BR/><BR/>I was the moans of ecstacy<BR/>coming from the open window<BR/>high above<BR/><BR/>I was the crash of the waves<BR/>on the beach we walk on tonight<BR/><BR/>I was that tiny space between <BR/>two hands<BR/>filling with sweat<BR/>waiting for release<BR/><BR/>I was the arms<BR/>the lips <BR/>the press of one body <BR/>against another<BR/><BR/>I was the comet...<BR/><BR/>I was the prayer...<BR/><BR/>I was the shot heard around the world<BR/><BR/>I was the first ray of light<BR/>and the last<BR/><BR/>And I will be back<BR/>and I will be there<BR/>and I will be everything<BR/><BR/>But now<BR/>I am not.<BR/><BR/>For those words were so long ago<BR/>the light has burned out<BR/>and her mouth<BR/>has been silent<BR/>her pen broken<BR/>her page empty<BR/><BR/>Three little words<BR/>that will never be again<BR/><BR/>are no more mine to have<BR/>or her's to give<BR/><BR/>but one random<BR/>five and dime fairy tale day<BR/>a long living legend<BR/><BR/>lit one more time<BR/>and heaven will burn <BR/>with my glory and light<BR/>a pink rose flying high<BR/>through black velvet nighteric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-42712915718382438332008-01-14T01:16:00.000-05:002008-01-14T01:16:00.000-05:00How can I compete with beauty like this?How can I compete with beauty like this?eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-35645374932635881932008-01-13T23:46:00.000-05:002008-01-13T23:46:00.000-05:00I found a one-armedthree legged starfish today,nak...I found a one-armed<BR/>three legged starfish today,<BR/>naked on the beach,<BR/>hiding<BR/>under green mistletow,<BR/>mermaid hair,<BR/>dying....<BR/>I tried to scoop her up,<BR/>to take her back to the<BR/>green~blue womb of her birth,<BR/>but she fell apart in my hands,<BR/><BR/>spent<BR/>and <BR/>tired,<BR/><BR/>and suddenly<BR/>as free as<BR/>a butterfly.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-10258306959489721692008-01-12T00:10:00.000-05:002008-01-12T00:10:00.000-05:00fridays are for dancingand I foundyou there,leanin...fridays are for dancing<BR/>and I found<BR/>you there,<BR/>leaning in,<BR/>and over,<BR/>and lost for a <BR/>moment....<BR/>a beer....<BR/>a friday night out....<BR/><BR/>tiny little trinket<BR/>in the <BR/>lost and foundsingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-6697838419731023862008-01-11T23:31:00.000-05:002008-01-11T23:31:00.000-05:00Oh, I'm glad you think it's gonna be OK.....:)Trav...Oh, I'm glad you think it's gonna be OK.....:)Travel safe, my friend, and enjoy!<BR/><BR/>Need to raise the roof<BR/>toss the shingles in the shrubs,<BR/>raise the rafters.<BR/>stand 'em up.<BR/>cocktail stirrers for the sky....<BR/><BR/>It's a martini moon<BR/>lopsided smile<BR/>in a polka dotted sky<BR/>and I'm blue<BR/>for just the moment<BR/>between then and now...<BR/><BR/>Remembering....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-14514012027667419962008-01-11T08:53:00.000-05:002008-01-11T08:53:00.000-05:00He's OK, just lots tests related to an injury.I'm ...He's OK, just lots tests related to an injury.<BR/><BR/>I'm hoping the best for you and yours, though. I'll be gone all weekend. But I'll talk to you when I get back and we'll raise the roof with a porch party.<BR/><BR/>Again, you take care.<BR/><BR/>Peace & Loveeric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-79787491514655898102008-01-11T06:31:00.000-05:002008-01-11T06:31:00.000-05:00Is your Dad okay? Ours went for tests yesterday, ...Is your Dad okay? Ours went for tests yesterday, too.....Surgery next Wednesday. Lemme know, friend.<BR/><BR/>peace~love<BR/>New Day shiningsingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-74200569863288028372008-01-11T06:30:00.000-05:002008-01-11T06:30:00.000-05:00The doors in thisole Saloonswing open,Swords of da...The doors in this<BR/>ole Saloon<BR/>swing open,<BR/>Swords of daylight<BR/>fall in strobes,<BR/>Christmas tinsel rain,<BR/>and I run out<BR/>barefoot to<BR/>kiss the sky....<BR/><BR/>The party's never over...singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-32869513533378557482008-01-10T20:43:00.000-05:002008-01-10T20:43:00.000-05:00Talk to you later, Sing!Taking my dad in for an MR...Talk to you later, Sing!<BR/><BR/>Taking my dad in for an MRI.<BR/><BR/>Peace and loveeric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-38969099369612237332008-01-10T20:42:00.000-05:002008-01-10T20:42:00.000-05:00Purple sky-eyes like the days gone underwaterfalls...Purple sky-eyes like <BR/>the days gone under<BR/>waterfalls of them roaring<BR/>slipping down<BR/>down<BR/>down<BR/>to the places where time<BR/>moves on quick bare feet<BR/>in say nothing tones...<BR/><BR/>Because it stops here,<BR/>the Big House full--<BR/>all snarls, snags<BR/>and blue moons risin' <BR/>all of us bumper to bumber<BR/>elbows bangin'<BR/>horns wailin'<BR/>voices sayin'<BR/>"I knew Jerry Bear<BR/>way back when..."<BR/>"I met Mick and Keith<BR/>in a taxi cab by the docks"<BR/>"Janice gave me a ride <BR/>on her Indian with the<BR/>suicide clutch"<BR/>"Greg Allman was my dad"<BR/>and by the morning<BR/>its a wash<BR/>nobody knows the time<BR/>knows the score<BR/>knows the name of the day<BR/>or their own<BR/><BR/>But the sun is climbing<BR/>and soon it will fall down<BR/>down<BR/>down<BR/>like the rain<BR/>like the night gleam<BR/>in brown eyes reflected<BR/>purple in the fading evening<BR/>rainbow soft light.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-57259825905254345512008-01-10T20:32:00.000-05:002008-01-10T20:32:00.000-05:00GingataoJonhnie Red on the rocks coming right up.....Gingatao<BR/><BR/>Jonhnie Red on the rocks coming right up... slide it down to ya.<BR/><BR/>Yeah the girls and the mugs come and go, but us bartenders are always here for a laugh a smoke a drink a ramble and some real-time rock and roll.<BR/><BR/>Welcome to the Filmore of the Ethers<BR/>the house is a rockin'eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-63416428432731372062008-01-10T15:41:00.000-05:002008-01-10T15:41:00.000-05:00Excuse me, can I get a Johnnie Red on ice? If the ...Excuse me, can I get a Johnnie Red on ice? If the Orchid Room is a sleazy Jazz wharfside nightclub then this place is the Filmore East, circa '69. Cool bananas. Is there a shady character lurking about moving a few of those butterfly pills. I'll have a handful. Holey mackeral, these hippy babes are something else too. Check out the movement in them jeans. Turn the music up! Bartender! Drinks all round. My shout. Yeehahaha,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-75304071988746669472008-01-10T08:05:00.000-05:002008-01-10T08:05:00.000-05:00"Bluer than purple"Colored rainfrom a cloudless sk..."Bluer than purple"<BR/><BR/>Colored rain<BR/>from a cloudless sky<BR/>a rainbow<BR/>falling<BR/>one shade at a time<BR/>an<BR/>oilslicked<BR/>puddle now<BR/>an accidental mirror at my feet....<BR/>brown eyes <BR/>lost in the swirls,<BR/>staring back<BR/>at the sky,<BR/>bluer than purple ever dreamed ofsingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-31845400988142780192008-01-10T07:56:00.000-05:002008-01-10T07:56:00.000-05:00Whhheeeewww! Did I miss happy hour or what? Kim.....Whhheeeewww! Did I miss happy hour or what? <BR/><BR/>Kim.....We'll leave the paints out on the bar,<BR/>opened,<BR/>every color ever named<BR/>and all the ones<BR/>yet to be.....<BR/>the walls, the ceilings, the skies are free.....<BR/>May we all paint on......<BR/>clink!<BR/><BR/>miladysa....:) Happy hour at the Butterfly! <BR/><BR/>Pythia....May the circle be unbroken<BR/>and the <BR/>chocolate peppermintinis flow! <BR/><BR/>Peace~love our friends,<BR/>and another round<BR/>on the house!singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-75208358248900198452008-01-09T23:52:00.000-05:002008-01-09T23:52:00.000-05:00Hooked on the flyby his slyinvitePimentos peeking ...Hooked on the fly<BR/>by his sly<BR/>invite<BR/><BR/>Pimentos peeking out like worms<BR/>wiggling <BR/>sinking <BR/>all the way<BR/>down<BR/>down<BR/>the glass-bottom boat<BR/><BR/>So I martini up<BR/>and martini down<BR/>taking to the bait<BR/><BR/>Ahhhhh the salty taste of being caught<BR/>olive in mouth<BR/>with neons blinking<BR/>"Open all Night"<BR/><BR/>The Butterfly Bar<BR/>has caught a new patronPythia3https://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499398484324308983.post-59341075738693979962008-01-08T13:18:00.000-05:002008-01-08T13:18:00.000-05:00lol - great comments.Awesome words :)lol - great comments.<BR/><BR/>Awesome words :)Miladysahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08065128196666157541noreply@blogger.com