Line 'Em Up, Next One's On Me
by Sandy Knauer
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Published in Intrigue Magazine
Line ĎEm Up, Next Roundís On Me
I was cold as hell, frozen in place with a racing heart,
keenly indifferent, and aching to be well.
I was a losing winner.
Or maybe a winning loser.
A monstrous little building ambushed me,
a bright spot in the night.
I staggered in,
looking for a way out.
Tastefully bland and inhabited by emptiness,
it inspired me with its obscurity.
Friendly strangers mixed with strange friends,
circling a square bar in soothing eeriness.
It was incredibly awesome
how the socially stagnant
blindly looked for anesthetized rapture,
each one alone in the crowd.
Poised between enlightened confusion and nervous sedation,
I grew smaller.
I heard the silence of my whispered screams,
smiled, and nodded, joyfully crying
until I was actively dead.
The experience was simply deep.
Or deeply simple.
I might have twisted myself straight.
Itís possible I staggered out looking for a way in,
to a world already gone.
Line Ďem up, bartender, the next roundís on me.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I think I relate to this almost too much; it's slapping me in the face. Powerfully expressed, Sandy. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Fantastic, insightful write!|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
"Line 'Em Up, Next One's On Me" IS FULL COMPLIANCE WITH POETRYīS SOUL, OFFERING AN ENJOYABLE READING.
Andre EmmanueL Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|My goodness, I am breathless, in my head...
Exquisite word smithing, Sandy, creating a euphoria in my mind which mostly my own poetry causes, sometimes to the point of crippling myself... :)
This piece has it all, it shows, with brilliance, flow, reality, fantasy, imagination, creativity and a finely tuned awareness of self, and other selves.
"Friendly strangers mixed with strange friends,"
I love that line! Among the other juxtapositioning, this line epitomizes the title, offering the 'bar scene' of milling humanity with a surrealism which thrills my senses. You have a fine sense of establishing content, and capturing a reader's attention.
I want to 'feel' this abstraction with the same intensity as you've penned it, probably have, and didn't realize the portentiousness of time-stopping chaos, enraptured into observation.
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
Sublime message here ... worded and versed to excellence - enjoyed this wonderful write!!
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|wow, have i ever been here before...i loved the way you described it|
|Reviewed by D May (Reader)
|I love this Sandy...Scoot on down, order me a Scotch, straight up. : )|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|great message in this one, sandy! bottoms up (but me, i thinks i'll pass, thankyewverymuch...already have problems staying upright when SOBER! LOL)!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your stumbly-footed texas friend, karen lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Jeff Mason
|Holy day, it's Sandy K! Sandy, it is *wonderful* to see you posting again! Sounds like you were at a confused spot, but you portrayed it wonderfully; excellent flow, form, imagery, and pertinent message. -- Jeff|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Itís possible I staggered out looking for a way in,
to a world already gone.
A most profound write, Sandy.