Tonight, We Dine in Hell

THIS! IS! SPARTAAAAAAAA!

in a cocktail dress that clung to her
like leaves to a forest in winter,
and white as the snow that held faster,
she swayed thoughtlessly at the vertex of shadows
in the corner of the room.
ornately stained red at her roots,
a lesser man might have thought she looked
a little bit like a christmas stocking
filled with heroin needles.

being just such a lesser man,
i circumnavigated the miles of black-tie tundra
that claimed the nine radial carpets between me
and the only apparent oxygen in that gas chamber.
upon completion of my grand tour of the underworld,
i found myself face-to-chest with a twisted metaphor
for every law of attraction ever betrayed by alcohol.
and so i turned (somewhat frozenly) back to my table--
a landlocked lighthouse too long gone dim--and,
with a sigh for the carnival of demons that still besieged it,
i readied myself for a trip back up the spiral.

Reviews

[roarke]

yer such a lightweight. If yer that far gone, ya need something to keep the complexity of interest going.

I guess that's where the phrase, "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" unless ya got a tattoo commemorating it....

btw, superlative imagery. but then I'm saying that sober....

[sherwin]

Great piece. I especially enjoyed the lines "i foudn myself face-to-chest with a twisted metaphor for every law of attraction ever betrayed by alcohol." haha really good write. Keep it up.

[Tommy]

For some reason I see a painted image of Courtney Love...In all reality, I love the metaphors, and flow found in this scene. I really love the descriptions in the first stanza...

Great Write Man!
RLG,
Tommy

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

surreal brew that leaves its pigments on the retina in haunting echoes~

[Moonflower]

Ahhh this bleeds perfection. I applaud your skill and ability to pull the reader into the scene just to whisk them away again. Beautiful writing here, I'll be subscribing to your work, that is for sure.