..Laughter and disparaging remarks could be heared
as the stampede for last drinks
knocked over the emaciated wretch.
A micro in a macro society
Jasmine layed incoherent
crumpled against the bar.
To cleave the past from her mind,
created a sub macro world of lies and fantasy.
'Twas only a matter of time until subjugation
to pain-killers mixed with cheap wine aided combustion.
Envenomed by a cruel run of failures,
she felt her life was optional.
Placation of senses deemed paramount in her day
.."Folklore says there is a savior,
for every one else except me," she thought
as she clumsily tried to regain composure.
The delirium lifted enough to gather her self
to order a goon-bag as if nothing had happened.
..After making way to the sidewalk
she turned to look back
above the big oak door with it's rusty hinges
as the red 'Closed' lights flashed,
blaming disparities in life
on the myth of the lucky country.
