Clockwork Digestif

I feel like a million bucks

Face fused to the floor

Silver streams bounce,

Bodies against the lore.

Shingles split and slide,

Rooftops tip-toe on air

Clambering candles rattle

As walls unbound the snare.

Talking cheaply at table

Nod and assume the plot

For chandeliers crumble,

As trains hop the cog.

Brackets stead and hung

Rocking off the wood,

This underbelly city,

Cloaked in fermented goons.

Grace the rail with thumbprint

Leaving behind a pulse

For histories past due rent,

Smogs up all the dolls.

Flashes break through steam

Shinning; slits through shades

Engines whistle bye

As coals flung into flame,

Bumbling city bustle's

Lunar liquid whistles cry,

Inebriated gentlemen

Circle table talking blind.

Glasses sling and flung

Alcohol from roof and frame

Elevated voice's raising,

A toast to the water Thames.

Click and clack the clocks

Glass swirls and stands

Pocket-watch close kept,

For it's time to drink again.