Shot Of The Day

Twist the top, hesitate as you
toss it aside for a 
room full of people
who fill the loneliness

That waits deep inside...
is this what Echo felt,
as she watched Narcissus
mirrored, wither and die?

Room is finally warm.
Induction, deduction,
generalities ,specifics, all
twisting bring you back 'round
where consciousness liquid flows.

Bottle chiming hits the top of
an empty well used glass that,
like your hearts cacaphonous silence
to anothers embrace, soon will pass.

Whats that your drinkin they say...
Oh nothing special,
just another idle concoction,
abbreviating both night and day.

Eurydice we'll call it,
for like Orpheus, I just can't
resist looking back, can't hold
anything which enters my grasp.

Glibly she lifts her glass
from behind the bar.
Arm so gracefully cocked, that as one
both glass and tear meet her full lips.

Cheers my friends!
Let's toast the passing moments,
this new and unusual distraction
to comfort my weary soul and it's

Lack of prolonged or meaningful interaction.
Head tipped back , she drains her glass.
Trading glances with others who see
and have also embraced such fatalistic attractions,

Which  worship the moments
that randomly generate recompense
for the hearts lonely search
to find an enduring embrace.

Without passion,
the Heart
Solo
Dying sings