A Drunkards Tale

by peter   Mar 30, 2008


Enticed on entering: By
Availing neon signs,
Through half open doors; Muted
Are the sounds,
Mellowed into one,
Vision dancing, to oblique-
Star like crystals;..Vaporising,

The air thickened; ....Rimmed,
Like a mattress;.....tinged,
With a blue hue;..... Acidity
Drawn to;..... Eyes, nose, and throat,

Couple's conversant, in titillation,
Others way-laid with; Intentions,
Which are so very blue,
Slumped across table's,
Lay the forgotten few,

Their gods, standing;.... Ranked,
Like soldiers; optically mounted,
Waited on,
To be served too,
Slaves still standing,
Waiting to be succumbed,
To their masters intoxication,

Perfusion, of voice's, Mixed, - with,
The clinking, of empty glasses, bottles,
Which were once;........Majestic gods,
Promises aired;........ cocktailed;
With lies and deceit,
Forgiveness, - given;
Until the next drink,

Horrified, mortified,
Dragged to their feet,
The slaves, poisoned,
By their masters, fleeced,
Of their saving,
The bell rings;... And,
The barman shouts,
"Last Orders Please"

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The End.

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