PARTY, PART 10

so, party; despite the odds i did arrive

in a numb bag of ignored stress

buried

deep

to

make

DIAMONDS!

and

i did arrive

and

i did arrive

and

the first thing i see is HER

was HER

profile of big hair like some sea creature

long nose of ideas

her smile twists for another man

and

i had to hide/piss out the big whiskeys

of the afternoon

and let the

street sweat dry off

with the rain drops/clings dirty to my skin

forehead

livid 

with

the mark of cain; the big red canyon groove

where i’d dragged a torn crushed beer can across my head

that

drunk garden

yesterday

seems

such a

long science ago

(and digression and Midnight Run make this pome an unintentional epic; an ode to DODGING)