Tequila, thinking he Cisco. He squinted into the dim bar mirror, a sad smile on his face, disillusioned with a gap between his teeth. The reflection promised a swagger he didn't own, a music mogul's charm that was just a...

With old broken bones and cog-wheel teeththe cider mill sleeps of whispered dread with a bitter song that rots the stones bruising the fruit from the skeleton's sheddredging the pits before the turnips bloom

...a phantom weight of roller skates with no bonesto ferry clinging to the ankles, uprooting the deadnow just a shadow of nostalgia in an empty cup with dredges of dear bitter-sweet Sherry whisperingno soles for the flit of feet...