He sat there, listening to the lying song,
With a wish and trudging to the past, Unloving her, taking back his treat
Dipping his young tongue in the vinegar,
He took a bitter sip,
Closed his eyes and clenched his fist.

As it went down,
Burning his heartbroken system
He opened his already red watery eyes,
Down came a giant tear.

Eyes fixed on his bottle
He noticed
The bubbling frothy water
Half empty,
And raising it for the umpteenth time
Like his newly wedded love
He gulped a mouthful,

The feeling was nothing he’d ever known,
But nothing to his torn heart
The bottle swung in his fingers
As the bar stool danced a bit
He went into the air, amid laughter
And biting jest.
Hitting the ground, head wise

The jukebox stopped
Cans sprawled
Glasses went down,
As if in salute for the fallen hero
Clinking and smashing
Then all went silent.

By: Dennis K Bundi

Published by Bundikiambi

"GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons." Desiderata

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