It’s a scene from the Last Supper
A suppuration of a sad situation
A bleeding of breath
Human touches in a real bar
With real souls
No fakery here
And not much money
As such
But honesty talks.
If you want to live
Live here
Where life is really lived
Because the moment is all
Where wide eyed waiters
Work the floor
And no smooth operators
Spoil the score
There’s a perfect pitch here
A seismic roll of reality
Louder than drums
Of what really, actually matters
In a fast and plastic world
Of commerciality
Refra’s stands as a beacon
Of normality
Of a life lived properly.
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Comments1
'No fakery here
And not much money
As such
But honesty'..
funny
how this line, is oft
turned upside down
when money is abundant
and yet
majority of us
make it our goal in life, to prioritise
the accumulation of money
above all else...
(loved the reflective tone
and insightful commentary
a lovely read, dear poet)
setting it in the Pub
makes it, that much more relatable
'in my humble opinion'
thanks for sharing
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