Curb Check

 

Dances were endless.

Hips to the floor,

Fools galore.

 

Maturity left at coat check.

Bleaching bias with bliss.

White whine.

Captain and coke,

Jager bombs.

Stool to stool.

 

The music bumps,

Blurring our voices,

Drowning our fears,
We clank our cups,

Countertop to friend,

Glass to mouth,

 “We’re all here cuz we’ve lost control!”

 

Grasping hands of friends,

One by one,

Motivating the mellow the move,

Work attire, high heels, hoodies,

In unison, constant motion,

No theme to divide our groove.

 

I reach for my keys,

Charge through the doors,

Into the unplowed lot,

Cranking the ignition,

oblivious of my destructive disability.

If we all should die tonight, we will have no regrets.”

Reviews

[Relic]

Good times with friends can take away anxieties, relieve tensions, lift the spirit.

Enjoyable poem.