Jan
15
2008
the party - a poem
enclosed is my soul
i sit quiet and reserved
as the girls laughed and smoked pot
no one talked to me
nor me to them
then my lover comes in
his eyes never touch mine
just a forenight ago
he touched his semen to my lips
now he sits across from me
beer in hand, like i dont exist
to feel so alone at the party
like a car crash in deep darkness
i feel the warm blood
and the crunch of my bones
such a dark place to feel so alone
and i hear the car crash
and i feel the car crash
it is always in the darkness
in night’s bitter sweet warm air