Mirrors at the Bar

"Eat. Drink. Be merry."
on a sign in front of me.
We're just drinking
wondering why there are so many mirrors in bars.
Maybe so we can see the apathy on our faces.
Maybe to see the ghosts behind you.
They are one in the same.
Fellowship in dimensions
boring and lethargic.
In another, I was not the one sitting lonely at the bar.
In another, you were a ghost I can depend on.
It doesn't take any energy to haunt.
Drunken curse.
I stare in the mirror
reflecting on the others...
Because these layers live on
among sprints and fizz
among self righteous,
and self loathing.
If I could just remove
a few of these hazy places,
and put my head around the corner of one...
The rivalry escapes
and the feasts and merriment begin.