Twice Forever

I heard a band playing some rock inside, I looked up at the sign, it said: “The Next Whisky Bar”
I never noticed that there was a previous one. I took a look inside through the window, they served all kinds of alcohol. I went in.

The place was packed.

As I entered, I had to get across a line of stools on which people were sitting, facing the bar shelves. It was too narrow that I had to pass between them and the bar. It was like getting to your seat at the movies. To do that, you either had to give them the crotch or the ass. I gave them the crotch, and made eye contact while passing by.

I finally found an empty stool and I sat down. The bartender gave me the menu. Hungry, I ordered a sandwich and a beer. And checked my watch.

It took forever for the food to come, so I ordered a second beer as I waited.

The cellphone of the guy sitting next to me started ringing, it said: “My Queen”. Damn! Why nickname your partner the highest title of a female monarch given to her just by virtue of birth?

If I had a partner, I’d call her “Proletariat”. At least I would believe in her future.

Dinner is served!
I looked at my watch again, fourteen minutes had passed. Forever is fourteen minutes long.
When I was eating, a girl replaced the self-proclaimed king sitting next to me. That I did notice. Also her behind.

Damn! She could use those twin Jupiters to take an escalator on her way to success. Those things could get her past the education system, capitalism and Gandalf. That thing could teleport. She can pass the Israel-Lebanon border back and forth, no problem!

Having enough alcohol in me and two full packs of cigarettes I asked her if I could buy her a drink. Yeah, you guessed it, she said yes!

But you can’t have it all, can you?

After some small talk, she said she liked books, self-help books, that she was an environmentalist and practiced yoga daily.

Let me rephrase that for you.
She called them books, those things that you read to feed your impudent rotting ego rooted in self-centered ignorance, self-help books.

Another beer.

What a fart ! What a piece of boneless shit!

These people are worse than that shit piece of split at the fingernail fold that you have to peel your whole hand off to get rid of it.

Another beer.

Yoga?
Jesus, Mary and Joseph Stalin.

I just wished she knew that that yoga mat she takes idiot poses on will eventually end up in the ocean as a tombstone for a dolphin or something.

Another beer.

She had those round glasses, that make you look smart. Well, she put the word smart in: “These people are the new plague.”

I was one tequila shot away from stealing a job.

Eventually, she felt that I was staring into my own reflection in the mirror at the back of the bar, that I stopped listening to her plans of making the world a better place.

She asked me what’s wrong. I was thinking of hanging myself. Then I thought, nah, hanging from a noose is like a bad puppet show.

I told her that my favorite book was Playboy which she should definitely be in and consider a career.

The look on her face was like a scene of the Red Army marching into Berlin. Priceless !

She got up and left.

By then, I had too much to drink. I went to the toilet.

I like the toilets at bars. They are built like it’s known that some people will be too shitfaced to stand still and take a piss, so they’re made really small, in a way that you can lean on any wall and still hit the toilet. Genius!

I looked at my watch, it wasn’t there, instead there was a bottle of beer in my hand. I looked at my other wrist, it said 2:00 am

As I added to the water in the seat, I heard the music growing louder and louder.

“The boys are drinking
And the girls are dancing
And the people are moving away
Times are changing and the winds are blowing
And the people are moving away..”

I felt the ceiling zoom in on me and my head rock back and forth.

I put my hand on the wall, listened to the music, took a huge gulp of beer and kept pissing.

I heard a knock on the door and someone shouted: “Hey man ! There’s a line here! You’ve been in there forever!”

I looked at my watch, and it was 2:14 am..

The End

Sods of Sodomy

Stuck in the abominable haze
of a tumbling crowd, I graze
Empty hands of passers-by,
And Lick their inner throats,
Those so sudden how dry.

Suddenly I saw the sod only,
The Earth had lain down to cry,
Lonely lamentations lying on lanes, lying to each other long
on the longitudinal leniency of lyrical lines of poetry.

But beneath the earth the snake was sliding,
Seven miles circling the
hellish Circus.
Clowns, bearded ladies, homosexuals, wire walkers,
a lot of brandy, rum for the balancing act,
and a lady.

A Lady,
alone in the dim light of the back room rehearsing her routine, her black gown a fictive illusion deluding you that she is real. You want to touch her and she dances. The snake slithers. Her stockings separate and curve. She is the soul of the Circus. The dim light is warm, reflecting on her bronze skin. The wings of her eyes flutter sensuously down to her loose lips, and send you in a trance of reaching, reaching… . Come closer, insert your 20$ bill in the crack of her gown. Come! Let your eyes stray on the curve of her bended buttocks benumbing you into being, as you graze her full breasts with the tip of your fingers. Do you feel alive? You are dead. Let her infuse you with life. Let her help you find God. Insert your 20$ bill. Can you feel your fingers graze the top of her milky skin? Picture yourself falling in the crack of her pointy breasts, down, down… till you reach the warmth of her lips. Wet warm leaking liquid lips; the sanctuary of her legs. Her legs are long; seven miles.
Her legs are lonely lamentations,
longitudinal leniency,
lyrical lines of poetry.
Her legs are spread lanes for you to lie on, to lie to…
Sodom and Gomorrah,
Sods of sodomy the Earth laid down,
Mass hysteria!
The Clowns laugh,
The knife throwers chop each other’s heads,
The Clowns laugh,
The jugglers giggle gaily juggling the empty jugs of human heads,
The Clowns laugh,
The Homosexual curse descends upon the angelic women of the crowd,
The Clowns laugh,
The wire walker patriarch hangs himself from his wire,
The drunk woman from the balancing act climbs, spreads her legs and loses her virginity to the dead stiff cock of the hanging man,
The Director in the last row masturbates to the revelation of his creation,
Little children crawl out of the virgin woman’s entrails,
The crowd screams in bewilderment,
The clowns laugh,
Men kill the children and cook them in the saucy blood of the virgin –
Feed the masses!
The crowd bows down in worship.
The Clowns laugh,
The Director orgasms and the Great Flood drowns the theatre.

A hush came over the lanes of the land;
the longitudinal lyrical lines of the seats,
The poet slept in the back gratified,
waiting for his seeds to sprout, In the distance could be
heard the faint memory of poetry –
Two clowns were laughing.