Die Menschen an der Bar / The people at the bar
#DaDa #LiquorLabyrinth #NeonNihilism #ThirstyShadows #BarroomBlues Gedicht / Poem A glass of static, a throat of lead, Talking to ghosts that are already dead. The counter is melting in primary hues, While the jukebox is playing the geometric blues. Faceless strangers in a liquid cage, Writing their names on a damp, dark page. The gin is turquoise, the laughter is red, Beneath the roof of a splintering shed. Drink up the…
