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198th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: A dirty backbeat in a dark backbar

by Jake Tringali

A dirty backbeat in a dark backbar

Help me doctor!
Mend me! Renew me.
Your prescription of concoctions,
symphonics and tonics is upon me
A malady cured with melody

Ill beats on four four time
Aside a fifth of booze
Rock steady, cocktail heady, tides and eddies
Ear drum, timpani
A dirty backbeat in a dark backbar
With liquor stiffer than thou
Den of thigh highs
Hot rush, eyes flush

Hidden speakers blast pure bass
One-hundred percent, uncut
Reverbs through my chest
Hi hat weaves through, as the heads bob
Epileptic dance

Weaponous eyes about,
Sexy sexy
Questionable decisions roam the room

This sick pilgrimage
Anonymous patients line up the bar
Three deep
The fourth drink collides against my soul

The bartenders:
High holy medicine men for the cocktail cult
Pharmaceuticals for the true acolytes
An elixir to forget ‘her’
Serums, syrups, tinctures, and potions
And a dram of advice for those that will listen
Beakers, test tubes, six-fold infusions

A little death will give you renewed life

Just a dram, but damn
I’m feeling good
Thank you

First published in Danse Macabre

198th Weekly Poetry Contest