Something Dense Sounding

drowning in a smoky lounge

with whisky on breath, old jazz upon the air

sounding dense, like something fine

but underwater, something,

very much unintelligible.

spilling over, two by two into misty mornings

under street lamps out of sweaty rooms,

her cigarette breath with whisky in her pocket,

tucked neatly for an evening.

it seems something very fine

on the way down;

something so very unique,

  something fleeting.

into a very melancholy

  humane transition...

             inside

then interrupted

  too soon with something called later,

now something sounding...

dense,

something human.

like naked feet looking for heavy shoes;

this a weight of something other.

them sterile, sunlit obligations, those of various points of news;

the other's news.

for the other's

in remembering,

for a living.

the cast forward,

into today which must always be an island!

serendipitous then now very unwelcomed.

very far apart away from yesterday's

drownings, in neatly drunken whisky's,

between soft hands and tender lips

  sigh

after that the outside

beyond that of the smoky lounges.

so much like heaven...

what we've remembered -

  dissolved now faintly remembered

- like it was a 'yesterday';

still alive and underwater.

unintelligible,

spilling over,

meaningful;

still never drowning.

Alive...

bottled and casked

and often times quite forgotten.

still we are always grateful upon her return...

her humane transitions...

good times remembered

in essence

Author's Note

Reviews

[Marina]

Lovely. I really enjoyed the jazzy vibes from this one. And indeed, very vivid imagery you used, I was practically drinking and smoking alongside the protagonists :)

[Davidgeo]

Thanks. I enjoyed writing this one.

[Jenny Leigh]

I like this one too. Very nicely written, and flows well.

[aLittlePain]

Yeah I dig this, definitely sexy dirty! Very noir kinda feel to it....she's super hot btw, just saying!
The first third is beautifully rich the imagery, powerful descriptors like you can taste the whiskey and cigarette, drop some jazz on it and hell yes that's a place I want to be! A slick piece my man.
I will probably revisit this again. R xo