One Too Many Martinis

From the excited bar rapture

To the tunnel that trapped her

Within its depth

All that's left

Of the joint's forte pace

A steady thump thump

A rhythm, a bass

Words melt into a hum of treble

The one who stands out

He's a criminal, he's the devil

I'm judgemental

I'm not thinking

I'm sinking

Deeper into the tunnel

Thoughts through an inverted funnel

Everything comes out of my mouth

Until a word goes south.