The Zodiac Bar
Neptune is doing a roaring trade at the Zodiac Bar. Most every night booths crammed with strange cosmic couplings, the kind that crack the haze just the way he likes it.
The room has been tilting and heaving with the constant choreography. Mercury has been having the best time, drunk in retrograde and playing bar games non stop. He's got weeks in him yet. Through the smoke and mirrors he doesn't realise he is about to hit the weirdest wall there is, putting a hard full stop to his merry backwards stumble. Possibly on his head. Neptune sees it coming in a way Merc cannot through bleary eyes and loose lips. Thirsty Thursday is shaping up to be one for the books.
Pluto has had the private room reserved indefinitely. Saturn makes his presence felt at the door and no-one is getting past him. Every night Hades sits behind the gauzy curtains in a haze of smoke and thunder, deep in conversation with the south node. Both know the score and the tequila keeps them honest. The world quakes at their discourse.
The sun keeps ordering rum and ram's milk on ice and calling everyone dude as the moon sighs and begins to hide her face. Mars in Taurus is jacked up on jungle juice and trying to get the party started. Jupiter is making goggle eyes across the floor at Venus in her Aquarian coat of stars. She and Lilith are poring over the jukebox, smoking and fuming at the lack of female artists despite centuries of petitioning the gods.
Just off centre, in the thick of all the sound and fury, Uranus crackles like a Tesla coil. His lightning tendrils zap unheralded and no heavenly body in the room sees it coming. Not until their space lights up, the music skips and the smoke in the air seems to still every so briefly. He leaves his mark.
Midnight whispers it is time to go home and even the stars ignore her. The bartender twirls his moustache and reaches for the top shelf. The room creaks and tips as he pours a round for everyone. They raise their glasses in unison to the new week and hurl the boozy elixir down.
Words and image c. Kerrie Basha 2019