TMoP: BAAL!

[Glenn Scheper]

Saturday I went to the bikini bar, observing
everything meticulously, lots of correlations.

But I have diminished interest.

Upon arriving, the bouncer was recounting how
he bounced some patron, flailing his arms in
a martial arts fashion. I arrived in time to
hear the summation: "But it's all symbolic."


All spiffied up, I am peripheral, reading TMoP.


One lady, a patron, flatteringly tattooed, out
in the parking lot (we must exit to smoke) asks
what I'm reading. She listens interestedly as
I tell of Coetzee, and of Novel in Africa, its
eroticism, and writing from a female position.

Later I notice she rides with the Harley rider
wearing a white sweat. So dingy, perhaps gray?


Three lesbians come in. Comically, I think,
"Here come my lawyer and her pimps." Which
are the pimps? The two showing cleavage.


I eventually go up to the stage during the
proprietress' dance. I realize she is such a
likeness of my favorite dancer, less tattoos.

Later, nice looking couple come in, a father
figure, she a dancer, how I'd look after I get
my gal. She took my stool under the beer sign
I was reading by. "To him that overcometh will
I grant to sit in my throne, even as I also
overcame and am set down with my father in his
throne."

The proprietress comes over, gives her a hug.
Meeting the parents. Oh no! I feel that she
bites off my lip, just as my shrew really did.
She must be the type of Babylon, casting all
into doubt. Is she mere mimicry of the one
I want? Is this a deeper mystery? Is Babylon
Jerusalem? Will the world end, or will the
season end, and I will go back home?

-End-

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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