Hole In The Wall

The atmosphere is that of absurdity
As if The Mad Hatter’s tea party
Threw up a Roman orgy
Neanderthals and clowns
And Daddy’s girls and actresses
Booths full of L.A. smog
And warzone black ashtrays
Glass castles and vulgar steel
The hardest of hardwood floors
Watery pink cocktails and watery eyes
Double lives ordering double shots
Human slot machines
Lighting up electric smiles
Between camera flashes
Fractured egos and residents
Of rock-bottom sickness
Stacks of slobbering lizards
With haphazard inhibitions
Know-it-all ramblings
And crass renditions of once beautiful music
Early starts lead to long goodbyes
And empty pockets
Passing camaraderie between warriors
Liquid sermons between scholars
Shouts and retches
And dizzying blasphemy
Fleeting licks from love’s fire
Instant trust and perversion
A laughter lost and found
Amidst a shipwreck of addiction
Emotions floating on memories
And puddles of spilt courage