So the folks go to the park
to burn a flag
as my soul and body
get drunk and woozy
i straggle back
so many gifts of food and drink
records playing vigorously, flip-flopping quick
gary raps about rapping
with a faux-diamond mic chain hung round his neck.
The guys on acid squirm, squeal and squall
i am getting drunker
will regret via headache in the morning
the life i am living tonight.
all the colors flashing and dancing
food and a lot of booze on the table.
getting exhausted as the page of night turns
insular clusterfuck and friend warmth.
It can't wait for morning.