The Bar Melted

It's called 'The Bar Melted'.

Glass can't melt, the liquid was cold
The fingers were wired, arthritic and wired
It bubbled against my skin, his eyes bulged until deflation
Hair expanding, beard multiplying
Visual mathematics and visionary swirls
It was all too much, don't tilt the sugar
The bar, the bar, the bar is melting
Slowly it is melting into something
I can't walk the stairs and I can't drink the beer
I can not.