barheadied - a tainted mind

[pancing]

come, festive spirits.
the dusk has rolled its clouds
and gave space for this grim night to swell;
the air is stone-cold, foots froze as if dipped into a bunk of dried ice
and deadstiff complexions hang lean as antarctic mummies.

'come take shelter between us tavern,
everybody deserves a drink!', said the chap
behind the barstable,
'to molt the day's vain labour into a fogged state
of halted swoon, to celebrate
all tomorrow's offhand boondoggle yet to come.'
how sardonic.
how proper.

seasick music scores through the peopled room and its echo scores
back with a breath of young booze.
'"twas a gala night!" if said the loon,
let us jumble on this night's boon!
let a drop or two be spilt for the morning vacuum is readystead to mope,'
again said the chap, him being more loosehanging and defenseless;
drunk of own's speechs and sweats.

but then looking round
upon the many a-dogeyed figures with their heady shadows and shades,
in a sudden tremor of fright closes a finger to his sunken lips, hushing:
'but let's be so kind so as not to turn a voice too loud,
be discreet and be kind,
for you never know,
one among every table there's a madman
who prefers not to be bothered.'

[tailor STATELY]

Wonderful images,

and the ending:

"for you never know,
one among every table there's a madman
who prefers not to be bothered.'"

Exquisite.

Raising a mug o' root-beer to join in the toasts.

[MorpheusSandman]

I quite like this one and it does have some great images but it's a piece I could see working better as a short story than poetry.