I wrote this poem back in November, and recently I've been revising and now I've got an entirely different poem. The ending is still awkward, and I would love some advice on how to improve the poem as a whole, because for some reason it's important to me for this particular poem to be as good as it can be. thanks! American Bar Nobody's in the American Bar tonight And no one can make my usual White Russian. No one's here to stop the world Except for me And my oil on water on syrup in a glass. Everybody’s missing it! The Big Shot! The Golden Torch to carry us to a quicker eternity! I could carry them along with me, but they always ignore, Pretend to not comprehend. Don’t they understand? – I am the savior! I am the trip to the moon! I am the hand penetrating the water to pull you to shore! Why choose to keep on around this foreign hell? Perhaps they don't want to go where I'm headed. But I have yet another soul taken, Placed in my glass jars of watery reflection. City of sampled orange beaches I've made, and I tell you now, it shall be all!
