Soiree

Soiree

We
Are “odd.”
Invite        us,
And  we  will  come
To    your   grand   soiree
And mingle with your friends,
Speaking  our  uncensored   minds
The  nicey-nice  types  always  frown
Oh  no,   it’s  getting   late!    Nine-thirty!
Time  to wrap  it up.   Thanks  for having us!
So,  now   you   have  a  decision   to  make:
It’s    a    simple    question    of    values
Ours  we  showed  by  being  ourselves
Yours  will  come  out  in  the  wash
Were     we     embarrassing?
Status      unconscious?
Does that matter?
We won’t wait
By     the
Phone.

Ebb
And flow
Of friendships
Just like the tides
In sometimes, then out
No   sense   in  fighting    it
We’d   rather   not   hold    water
That    wants   to   return   seaward
Not     selling    or    buying,  just  being
Popularity?   Sounds  like   a  lot of  work
Foregone,  weighty  codpiece of normalcy
Just waves, rippling on midnight seas
Flow  towards us if  we suit  you,
But    only    if.   Happy   with
Each  other’s   company
Or   even   my  own
E v a n e s c e n t
precious time,
spend with
care.

5/5/16
© Thomas W. Quigley

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