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Singularity Heart
by V. Blakebetween the fourth and fifth martini is an event horizon
where the demented musings of the loveless are suspended
until they coalesce into a singular pool of 80-proof dysphoria
that all bartenders have sworn to mix liberally into the sixth.
an orchestra of depravity hangs until their once-temporal vapor
gets condensed into a tincture of infinite melancholy and gin,
and the final throat to embrace that sting provides a subtle cue
to resume the medley performance of every god-forsaken song
those present ever attached to the wrong half of a failed relationship.
but when last call cracks a link in this chain reaction of sorrows,
the pub's galaxy of fading stars will collapse into a microscopic point
within the chest of the man who ordered the first round.
and nothing will remain but the dust of imploded regrets.02/27/2010 Author's Note: I accidentally deleted this poem once, without having backed it up. Rewrote it from memory. It was probably better before.
Posted on 02/28/2010
Copyright © 2025 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/01/10 at 05:57 PM ...vince, don't know how good the first one was, but, buddy you nailed this one; i tried to stay outta that story, but saw myself several times in my yute...youth...gooooood write, Memoirs of a Geisha's author lost his first draft[final] so he just wrote it again...tis the same with you my friend, i appreciate your judgement, buuuuut this version is a tall walker... |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 03/02/10 at 08:54 PM I think it's pretty awesome myself :) |
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