The party is in full swing
addiction is shooting up in the toilet
with his junkie friend oblivion
I’m sweet talking love
over by the jukebox
aggression has his pants around his ankles
date raping desperation in the back of his car
peace and harmony left hours ago in disgust
death’s out in back
knifing some old drunk
alcohol and stupidity are groping each other in the
corner
time checks his watch
then lights another smoke
celebration is singing off key
but nobody seems to mind
the next morning
conscience swept up the debris
and memory put the truth in her pocket
but her jacket was stolen
so all we’ve got is a few blurry photos
and a bunch of stories
to pass around at the pub

Michael Hier