Singularity Heart

This poem was better before I wrote it.

between 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.

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

You've weaved the themes of drink, music and cosmology seamlessly into this Big Bang of a poem. Another piece of your brilliance Mr. Blake!

[Ed Hart]

musically portrayed...we all go through this, one way or another

[Alicante lullaby]

most of my friends feel elated when they are drunk,i feel melancholic too...dunno why..
i think its just that different people perceive losing control over self differently...
i love love love your writes,blake.

[Wandering Soul]

Excellent V.Blake.

As one who has sat on this very bar stool, I can tell you that you've nailed it perfectly. "to resume the medley performance of every god-forsaken song
those present ever attached to the wrong half of a failed relationship."

Well done!

[No use.]

this is a magical grim-ride into the bloody twists on the blurry ambience of everyday pitfalls of humanity that start with a drink

[Ace Of Hearts]

Effin Awesome. Thanks for sharing!

[Seshat Nidaba]

somehow, this reminds me of a bar in star-trek :P It has a nice smokey bar feeling though, intangible and seductive.

[Elizabeth]

I like how this is kind of a recipe for the perfect mixed drink. And this is exactly how it goes... from the first round, to the bullshit music, to last call. And finally - reality. Well done.

[Robin]

a bazillion points for the wave of HTML magic wand in your fade from red to black ( nice subliminal touch )

I remember watching the dark universe from the bright lights of the stage , what a show