Beyond stirred or shaken,
more skittish, he sipped
his martini. It did not soothe
as hoped.
After downing the last,
he nibbled the olive
off its swizzle.
His left eyelid
twitched with vim
while he asked the waitress
for another long-stemmed
handle on comfort.
He stacked
a pile
of small stakes.
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I can hear the muzak, and see the flickering lights–experience has shown me that pile just won’t hold back the night at all, but that seldom stops anybody once the twitch gets going.. As always Matt, you make every detail count.
More than fitting for that OpenLinkNight vibe! Loved how crystal clear it all was…I can see him and hope that perhaps solace is found at the bottom of one of those glasses
oy man…and it wont help…thinking i would be cool i ordered a martini on our honey moon…james bond style…first one ever…thought i would die….hahah
Love the details, very nice!
Makes me feel sad for him….and I wonder….what’s his story?
Love the last phrase:
“He stacked
a pile
of small stakes.”
Peace, Siggi in Downeast Maine
PS…I finally figured out how to add the gravatar…
my cat Bianca !
Look for the cute little white face looking back at you ☺.
tasty.
It’s hard when the stakes are small to find comfort in anything, well written.
The image is sharp, everything is so clear… even down to the despair he is trying to wash away with the alcohol…..
Stanza one is a winner and last stanza is an ace. Love the wordplay between stacked and stakes.
Love the pile of small stakes at the end – this is a really vivid scene
Nice wordplay and very good imagery. i could picture the scene so well.
Details here are making me very thirsty !! Well Done!