Wet Chemistry Photo Booth

Four odd intervals

To look foolish

Throwing our fists up in the air

Crossing our eyes

Striking poses

One of them 

The obligatory

‘Kiss’

Blinded four times

By a proper flash

Impatient

Choosing NOT

To wait the four minutes

For the black and white process

Instead 

Sticking our hands

Up

Into the guts

Of the machine

To grab 

The 1-1/2” x 8” strip

Still sticky and wet

Getting hit

By the smell of sulpher

While blowing the future memories dry

Behind the heavy red curtain

Dead Men

“Bill’s gonna live to be 105.  He’s too mean and ugly to die.”

He said inbetween drags on his Newport.

“Everything in him is hard except his dick.”

“Guy died right here at the bar last night...heart attack...”

“First guy to ever die at this bar.  Would’ve thought differently...”

“Lots of people have probably left this place and died somewhere else.”

He looked around

Taking a sip of his drink.

“You can’t buy a break at a bar.”

He shook his head.

“I could die here.  Hell!  I’m giving it my best shot!”

“Hell...they’d probably roll me over and check my wallet to see if I had enough money to

  pay my tab.”

“I’m not asking for it...I’m just saying...it wouldn’t be so bad going in this place.”

He picked up his drink

And tapped mine.

“They’re dropping like flies around here!  You better look alive!”

He said with a crooked grin.