Bar

the dreary late day sun
hardly strong enough
to permeate the thick grime of the windows
the heavy black door rarely swung open
due to lack of customers
or rather, lack of customers leaving
ever
the shambled patrons thanked this
the liquor was far too mean
and with air so fresh
and light so natural
the fluid-filled, compressed lungs
cannot handle it
and the weak dilated eyes
far too unadjusted
for far too long
inside,
the room was not full of people
but packed to the brim
with talk, slur, and flying spiddle
the drink liquidates the tongue
and crumbles the barrier
between thought and vocalization