Magic Mixology

Dexter and Sinclair
the twins behind the bar
are mixing magic margaritas
phantasm enhanced daiquiris
and juiced-up gee-and-tees

Everyone gets a drink and a trinket
a string of beads
or a tiny kaleidoscope
or a crackerjack ring
all of them touched and charged,
a gift of the mystical
to turn box wine to ambrosia
or to render denim diaphanous
or to scale up a quartet to an orchestra
and, for everyone,
a nebulous suggestion of dream, more felt than seen;
a misty ambiguity just beyond their periphery.

Of course, start ordering shots
and the magic becomes, shall we say,
a bit more insistent--
The twins will run any eager thrillseeker
through the Lands of Paradox and back again
but the bored and jaded amuse the twins, and
present a special challenge;
a "Freak Me" gauntlet thrown at their feet.
Can you handle three-dee graffiti?
a psychotic cartoonist's delirious daydream?
The boys can turn your night into
a spatter-painting of reality,
and the less you let
your self assurance slip,
the more they'll twist and torque
the stable right angles of your psyche.