Barstool Imaginings
Barstool Imaginings
A tingling of ice cube melancholy
dissolving in the swirling bourbon
accompanied the vision that he saw
in the opaque distortion of the mirror.
He dared not turn lest she notice his interest.
She moved soundlessly, floating across
the distance, impressing her presence
upon the air. A sensual scorpion sting
had stunned his sensibilities leaving him
in a state of gaping awe. How would he
approach her, what pretense could ignite
a conversation, how foolish would he be
to try? She was walking straight toward
him. He lowered his head, took a swig
of the watery bourbon, raised his head
to find that the mirror wasn’t there..
John G. Lawless
7/27/2015
submitted to – Chilling Twist poetry contest
sponsor – Frank Herrera
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