underlining tones set the mood tonight
something lit in blues and pale yellows
i feel like a big time hollywood director
focusing on the feel of the room
the house is loud with chatter
drinks are poured quick and messy
sticky rings of boozy syrup line the counter tops
and my stomach is warm with a familiar sentiment
drink up baby
stay up all night
it's a celebration
for my birthday
twenty seven long years
a number that seems to follow me a bit
but thats a different story
tonight we drink
hard
another pull after another pull
the glass feels cold on my lips despite being left out
(there's often a chill in this house, they cut a lot of corners fixing it up.)
the numb starts to settle in with with a fuzz
so many welcome faces
laughing, catching up
stroking my ego
good friends
and better foes
crashing the party
like rats in the pantry
snacking on saltines
shitting where they sleep
passing on the cheese time and time again
so
I'm drunk now
the street lights swirl in and out of focus
and the outside air burns my neck and nose
she kisses my numb lips
and i cant hep but question her motives
I'm a sinking ship and tonight a storm is rolling in
between clips of coherence
and thick belligerence
we make our way to our local flea trap
"bartender, please ease my worries.
another round for me and the sweet girl with the emerald eyes."
