Party

I threw a party. Nobody turned up
And all went much as usual. The booze
Ran out. The neighbours called the cops. Much glass
Was broken. Vomit clogged the loo. I fell
Asleep on the stairs. Nobody picked me up
And gently carried me to bed and tucked
Me up. A sexual act of sorts took place,
Which nobody enjoyed, I think, and time
Went on, the way it does, and on, and on.

And all this rounded earth is just a pit
In which we infants play with dirty sand
And hurl it at each other, and construct
Our show-off castles, which will crumble, fall,
And be raked over, vanishing
As though we'd never once existed here.

Wayne Carvosso

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