jesus like where's waldo

it’s twelve a.m. now
and noisy as hell
in a bar that has
the feel of a cave
or perhaps some forgotten
boiler room that
had been made
to be welcoming
for lonely souls
who are struggling
to find some comfort,
however fleeting
it may be.

people laugh
and talk
about issues
in the heat
of the moment
that feel
really important,
yet not
important enough
to remember
the next day.

sentiments are exchanged
as quick as
pints are poured
and no one seems
to make
the connection.

this place
is a meat market
and it looks like
the selection
is quite fresh tonight.

she goes
to the bathroom
to get coked out
of her mind so she
don’t feel the heartache
when her prince charming
never shows,
instead will be the
guy to use her
and
she knows it..
..by now she’s ready for it.

it’s hard to tell if
this is
Sodom and Gomorrah
or just
another weekend..

..these things seem
so frequent
these days.