vodka

Disaffected starry-eyed angel

wears jewels 'neath eyes

to symbolize

her tears.

Walks on toes

to parse the shuffling crowd

of tomorrow's lost

wine glass above

trickles through her hair

turns jaded thoughts

to frost.

Long-neglected steely-eyed strangers

squeeze 'round her frame

mean to defame

her skin.

Mindless drones

set to rhythm

of a sycophantic beat

syncopation strains

their buzzing heads

and lulls their sense to sleep.

Redirected teary-eyed misfit

no fight within

only fear and strain.

Caught in stream

of spangled minds unkempt

slaving for the drums

pulsations throb

indenture mixes

her battle a nil sum.

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I was in Las Vegas at a vodka bar/dance club when I wrote this in my head. An interesting little world, the club scene... perhaps a microcosm of life. While everybody should be having fun, some are there to look good, others to wander aimlessly and others just to screw people. Then there are the people who are there to work, who nobody really

notices. I sound like fun at parties, eh?