Tuesday, 27 December 2011

After The Dance

wallowing in a post
yuletide fug
that assured stink
of contentment
served in slices
barrel gutted
sweet pain of excess
with loosened belt
and bulging dresses
where furniture shrinks
before your eyes
from your body full grown
a couple of sizes
shared observational
grunts and toots
while the idiots lantern
in the corner
casts its hypnotic pall
over conversation
till one by one
the drift begins
into a snuffling
roll eyed
noxious hebetude

No comments:

Post a Comment