Bar stools shuffle
With the 80's music blaring.
The mans eyes peer
To the hall of fame infront of him, He prays that his skin could glisten
Like the bottles
That absorve the laughter in the bar.
However this man can find the laughter Rven through the cut on his hand
Laughter couldn't find a way in.
The doesn't remember
Where it came from
The only thing he knows
Is that it stings whenever he mentions
The photo in his wallet.
Bartender notices the yellow eyes
Lost in the memories
Under each bottle cap that is sealed under glass,
And shipped off
To float to some island
That is clear across his brain.

"Can I help you sir?"
"Another drink"