Bubbling in luminescence and social fermentation
In full bloom by the windows of amber rooms.
Ashtrays full around empty tumblers
Where lowlifes highlight their despair,
Desperate to edify their individual solidarity,
While caught in a web of self degradation,
Euphoric in their depths of desperation,
Feeling black eyed with bloody complexion
While the sunlight flickers blue across the dolorous atmosphere,
The sour bitterness sweetened only by feminine fragrance,
By a mere glimpse of coquettish serenity.
With the amorous and the animus desultory from dipsomania,
Drawing out sentences that lead to a brawl.
Where the profanity prospers in rudimentary vestigial conversation
From rumour mongering strangers relating through stochastic friendships
Via small talk and loud laughter,
Owning themselves to get the bottle to un-nerve the scenario,
Avoiding all urgency in essential deliberation,
Smoke drifting across the threshold like background radio,
A congestion of lungs respiring in order to breathe in the air,
Gasping for a cigarette to make them feel better,
Taking in the atmosphere with exclamations amidst the fog
Accumulating through the daze.
Constricting voices into a babel of lingua franca,
The story of their lives subscribed into bars,
Relaying to a non-compliant cacophony of indifference,
Dissolving into desolation.
Spending time alone in order to get closer to each other-
These anomic introverts inhabiting interiors in relation to society,
Their emotions etched in long dormant pauses
Passing intermittently in the wind,
With unlimited possibilities
Limited only by time,
The reclusive in refusal to adhere formality,
Drinking in consolation of life’s despondency.