Somehow All The Parties

The Billy Goat barley wine went down like a lead zeppelin
in concrete shoes. Fog crept over the world and words-
were tumbling out of extroverts as the party bedazzled
on the spacious patio, with the forever Christmas lights
and the gas grill and a workhorse keg.
Everybody's darling and the potheads ponder
in indiscrete pods of perpetual laughter-
sipping jaeger and pabst in tribal tattoos.
My mind wanders off as I lean
on a pillar of cedar-
facing a sunset seam that
lay upon the horizon
like a lost dog.
I thought i might listen to my friends from a distance
and glean the hieroglyphics of their posture
to gain a sober understanding
of their shenanigans.
Thereby affording me
a vantage point
with a point
advantage.
But alas, always-
a wallflower in a hammock
doing calculus
with chatter and
variables…
like Everclear in
Pineapple juice
or colossal assholes
like Chad.

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