-The cocktail party and the group clot.-
Here they are!
he is a re-purposed southern baptist
a masturbated clot of asshole sitting squarely inside a self-confidence
put together by a flash pan.
she blows him every night as they renew their marriage. God is in her mouth.
over there a man masquerading as a robot
tours the room with his eyes trying to find his island.
circles form like teeth.
you enter the room like a blank statement, your face surprised like test results
everybody keeps looking
smiling,
looking,
smiling.
we all drink slowly, reclining on the couch, or holding walls up,
flamingo standing on one polished heel
pushing orange slices around with our tongues
as the inevitability of what this is, hit.
a waste
of fucking
time. but not real time. real time is reserved for those frozen in the open mouth scream
that doesn’t take place at this party.
the himmler of the group smiled
shooing away positive thoughts with his mustache
the receiver of the table pulled both cheeks apart as the tab is inserted.
the keeper quietly gets drunk, acting unaffected by the entire event.
the shifter shapes our game plan into a toilet bowl and shits
the helper, helps us fundamentally understand how we are going to fail through the sharp filter of august heat
the healer retires and leaves a note in the corner
he sets up a trust fund for our future,
the victim continues to end every three minutes with a sip of his drink.
we hurl around the universe in place and we smile.
whole countries of people die and we smile
the waiter forgets the twist of lime and we don’t smile.
we kill, we kill with disapproving looks tucked under our noses
and then we smile.
throughout the talk edgy comments are made
and then waved away and then re-justified with passive attacks
on the other’s knowledge of the topic,
which is then tossed up, volleyed back, debunked, reconstituted
and finally helped along its way to ruin sum other subset of the next generation.
everyone is pleased
that this will keep happening.
a million of these moments are happening right now.
a billion of these moments happened right then
a trillion of these moments will happen right soon
and we smiled.
I don’t know what I was then or am now, but the view
was wonderful.
And the clot of our group unraveled while we ordered more drinks.
