railasunshine

Thoughts at a Restless Bar

A bunch of guys in affliction shirts

Helpless

Here to escape their marriages

Here to feel important

How did it get this way

When did it become something to escape

I watch you slip your ring

Down in the pocket

While no one’s looking

And every time I hear

“Pocket!” Shouted out

I think of what you stole

The ring that matches your wife at home

But hers is still warm against her finger

While yours holds the dust and ash of cigarette smoke

Now buried treasure

Now something buried from the world

And why? Is there something you feel void of?

Is it not what you thought

Is it not what you planned for

Behind the smoky mask of communal acceptance, is it worth it

Do you long to wake up with the one you love

Full frontal lobe at attention

Not feeling to feel but feeling something elsewhere

Don’t run away

This place is not an escape

It’s a prison labeled as “Eden”

Once you’re in the viper’s mouth how do you plan to get out

This place is not what we think

This is a mirage in a desert of loneliness

But everyone wakes up

Where will you be?