The Party
A voice speaks:
"Let's get this party started!"
Strange...we all know
that the party has been going on
for many lifetimes.
People enter and leave
promising, escaping, disappearing
returning. Bad pennies and
great expectations
mill and spoon in a party room.
The bash is a mash
where blood overpours
for the drunks.
Partings and sweet sorrows
are unwanted guest,
in a self-repeating tomorrow.
Couplings dance
cavorting's cling or collapse
in the heaviness of the out of breath.
The soiree is a crawl from dive to dive.
A rave
all the way to the grave
and then...
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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