Moonshine & Sonder

She lit up the cigarette. As if it was the first of her lifetime. The way her hands shook told the same story. Moments like these seem to always be the ones when the matches don’t light or the lighter seem to run out of gas. But we do try. Oh we must! **strike** **thud** “Excuse me” a voice calls out. She turns around and as if awake from a hypnotic stance, a dimly lit bar slowly reveals itself around her. As if she was backstage inside a theater when a group of stage artists swiftly changed the set around her while a minstrel hummed a solemn tune. But she hasn’t been here before. Has she? The smell of heartaches spilt in wine. The air of victory meshed in ashes. The delights of births and marriages or the grievances for lives lost. These four walls have seen it all. She got up to leave. “Excuse me” the voice called out. "Where is the owner goddammit?" She turns around only to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror. My oh my! She looked ready and dressed...

Lovers embrace as the sulfur cloud rises While a moonshiner does what he does best The subtle grace of this tangerine escapade Was still portrayed by their yet hopeful face I see the blue flame dancing Not as wild as the fables of the old But mild enough to get you through the cold While a carnival of carnivores feast in the corner Immune to the carousel of mongrels Never to realize that it's all a repeat The parade of a century A floundering zeitgeist seasoned with the curse of pride All was defined to be turned twisted and molded to use A silk scarf is two pulls away from being a noose Once you were carefree but were named careless Twice you were human but none could care less While you ponder through the ticking.. The gift of desensitization is priceless Lovers embrace only when the sulfur crowd rises