Party
nobody is who they are
all fine and nothing new
crowded room of smoke and opinions
drunken motives
everything is wet and false and
in the way
in a way,
the part it eh only place
where you can be truly alone
the talk and the music drowning
each other out inside fuzzy ears
social roller coaster
more nauseating then
the fluorescent bathroom
sex lurke in every nose
like something under the bed.
nothing happens and
is forgotten.
as the last ashes drive drunk home,
I pour myself something
to keep the ghosts from scratching
at my soul.
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