birthday party bring the smelling salt

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."