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Party Humidity


outside, it was raining
as it was inside 

drinks spilling onto the floor
from incessantly topped-up glasses held by 
forgetting, gesticulating hands
  
spittle flying from mouths attached to people 
in love with their own voices
their little huddled audiences salivating 
over every word or the prospect 
of taking their turn as court-holder 
  
the room drooling with  
go-to anecdotes and jokes
rehearsed at a hundred parties like this one
disgorged from speech bubbles like fat storm clouds 
filling dead air with stories on life support

sudden thunderclaps of laughter
precipitating further precipitation

the floor must have been wet but thankfully 
not gleaming like the pavement twelve floors down

the rain let up outside

I slipped out onto the balcony 
and between sips of my stale beer 
gulped the laundered air 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 2/11/2019 11:49:00 PM
This is hilarous! I loved this one, but especially this part: "spittle flying from mouths attached to people in love with their own voices their little huddled audiences salivating over every word or the prospect of taking their turn as court-holder" It is SO SO SO true! Well done!
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Bernard Chan
Date: 2/12/2019 8:56:00 AM
I wasn't sure if this would be all that interesting to anybody. Thank you, Caren! :))
Date: 2/11/2019 8:10:00 PM
This is the most satiating, juicy, tickling poem I have read in a really long time. Love it. A fave. xomo ;)
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Bernard Chan
Date: 2/12/2019 8:50:00 AM
I'm flattered, Maureen. Thank you! :))
Date: 2/11/2019 7:41:00 PM
I really like the use of the comparison of speech bubbles to storm clouds. It's cartoonishness emphasizes and reassures the theme of the poem. I really enjoyed it.
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Bernard Chan
Date: 2/12/2019 8:49:00 AM
Thanks a lot for your visit and kind comment, Kierns.