At The Bar

Inebriated sailors.
Chatting laughter woman's
Worming foggy windows.

Swooping eyes on counters
Drops of gin stain,
On sticky fingers' stools
.
Glass are talking mirrors briefing corked air.
Air corked briefing talking glass.

Smiling teethes praying at pink cocktail glasses
Drunk of blond and red colour asses.

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