Beneath the bombardments of social chaos, surrounded by the sweating bodies which bounce back and forth inside out of the overflowing crowds, immersed in the rapturous sounds; smoke passes from lung to lung, regurgitated billowing burps, circulating through simultaneous suffocations, conversations represent superficial pronouncements endowed with amplified tones which explode over the enormity of excessive beckoning to be heard again and again, the ring to be observed over and over, but no one knows the fulfillment that they seek, because they cannot reach what was breached by their consumption, communications function has been deducted from the equation and recreation has overridden the situation, the sweet allure of intoxication, the odors of inebriation, the lacking of the blood’s levels of oxygen to feed the brain cells and keep the body from achieving its place in hell.
This is a celebration and the occasion is today, seized in a fantastic spasm, carpeted with a blurry resonance of dissonance, distracted by the abstract free flow of thought structures wavering tangent, dissolving common sense, forgetting what you are saying in the middle of every other sentence, shoes stuck to the floor and meshed with spent cigarettes, shirt spotted with burn holes and spilled drinks, peculiar scents litter the air in a noxious fermentation, cloudy speckles of unidentified, ill fated aromas.
This environment is my comfort zone, it is the reality of my dreams reflecting actuality, amongst this debris I thrive and propagate, it is the medium I excel within, this is my day to day existence, my nourishment and poison, today I sit inside out of it, I use a pen and ink rather than drink, again it is my time to realign, to think, the thoughts I relieve are clear and concise, just the same, I am here always in the bar at night.
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