reworking a sketch from some time ago

the party #2


3 a.m. fluid filled
full of ardor
shadows and cacophony
an unending stream of stimuli
breaking on the rocks

the worst and the best things that could happen all at once and right now that is enough but is it?

and even that little crash is enough to break another rock
let in a little more liquid
seep
see the seep?

it carries all the effluvia of then into the current of now
no idea when that is but it's sometime soon to be sure

the flesh is going unintended
the heart wants what it wants
thus spake the ridiculous queen
from a dozen crimson mouths
all belching smoke and poison
all liars and prophets behind eyes that have already seen tomorrow
(so many heads)

the scribbler in the corner gets up suddenly to dance, falls down and no one notices

that's what kind of party it was.



-- dec '16