10/29/17 1:39AM
“Colder than Ice” -Pond, 2017
I go to the worst bars
With the worst music
The shit that I listen to
With the worst drinks
Overpriced to high hell
More for them and less for me
It\'s ugly here
Bare bones
A shadow of what it used to be
This is the town\'s bar
Below the canal
That stinking river of filmy shit
Black as night
Colder than ice
It\'s a freakshow any day of the week
But on this eve’s eve of masks
This place has none
It is, what it is
It\'s a waiting room
There\'s no highlights magazine but it feels the same
We\'re all looking for bad news
Enough to get us out of these chairs
Inhale some burritos instead of the air
It feels like it should have smoke in it
This bar does not belong to anyone
It\'s a free building
Anyone can come in
Jump stone gates past cemented stairs
Maybe that\'s why there\'s no one here
Except the wilting
The leather bound Hawaiians
The shameless thieves
The middling artists
The drunken pizza tossers
The wayfairing brothers
These shitty bars
With amateur professionals
Wrestling on screens
Fighting for available space
It\'s not my bar
Or yours
No owners, gods, kings or studs
Just a laid back atmosphere
A place to puke
And see the devil\'s side