dVerse at the Bar — Allegory

I’ll see your Dante and Raise you a High Bartender listening to Hotel California

It was a hazy room,
to the extreme — almost cloudy indoors —
masking the crowd of
blank
smoking
muttering
faces

incoherent, murmuring babble
overrides the hum of
those fluent in
speech
communication
empathy

abnormal, sexless dancers
grind on poles
a slow death to
libido
interest
desire

fallen and found clump
together in loose knots
faith shaken like the
cloudy drinks made of
juice
spit
fire

the doormen guard the velvet
rope against the walls
there are exit signs
everywhere but no
doors
stone
escape

Profile of Dante Alighieri, one of the most re...

Profile of Dante Alighieri, one of the most renowned Italian poets, painted by his contemporary Giotto di Bondone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the dVerse Meeting at the Bar asked for an allegory — is it? could be. or just a bizarre prompted romp. Be the judge. Thanks to Shawna for new words!
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17 responses to “dVerse at the Bar — Allegory

  1. dante would be proud, sounds like you have fallen into one of his levels…or perhaps just a den on its way there…smiles…nice setting of the scene in this…grit

  2. Great title! I especially appreciated ‘there are exit signs everywhere but no doors’, thank you.

  3. You definitely upped the (d)ante with this one, Mark. The title, all by itself, is brilliant. Although I’ve never been in one of those “entertainment venues” you gave me a good feel of it. Also like the structure you chose to end each stanza. It gave a sense of diminishment.

  4. great capture…esp. loved..
    faith shaken like the
    cloudy drinks made of
    juice
    spit
    fire

  5. Shawna

    “abnormal, sexless dancers” … You cracked me up with this.

    This is awesome: “those fluent in speech communication empathy”

    “juice spit fire” … And there’s that bit o’ nasty, just for me. 🙂

    Well, the way out is up, climbing the rope. But it’s being guarded. To me, this “bar” or church is earth, and the rope is salvation. But the priests and church folk are keeping the sinners and saints away from it. The stone escape is death … that or smashing your face against the wall until you’re bloody enough to ooze through the walls.

    “fallen and found clump together in loose knots” … I love that people from both sides of the coin are slamming themselves up against each other inside this building, just like in a church body.

  6. I think I’ve been in this club – back o’ Broughty Ferry somewhere. Seriously I like this piece.

    M
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    Marie Marshall
    author/poet/editor
    Scotland
    http://mairibheag.com
    http://kvennarad.wordpress.com

  7. k~

    I enjoy your poetry… very much.

  8. Brilliant, the way the form and shape echoes the allegory.

  9. there are exit signs/everywhere but no/doors — brilliant!!

  10. Too much of even a good thing goes south. Yes, Hotel California-esque.

  11. Shawna

    I’m looking for a new poem. 🙂

  12. I do hear Hotel California playing in the background as I read your words. Anazing that all you need to do is mention that song and it pops into your head. This poem is a worthy successor to the landscape sculpted by that cultural epic!

  13. “almost cloudy indoors” – nice!
    I like the form you used and the story you tell!

  14. This is just fantastic! The best yet from what I’ve read…kudos Poet!

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