I slouch awkwardly along the rail
My eyes scan cautiously
The scene's alive,
the party's on
And its all fun.
The buxom babe's a beaming
in shining blizzard gloss
Dancing, head a-swaying to
Don Juan's enchanting
laughing...
The throbbing melody,
an amorphous muse of rage
In hollowed drumbeats,
amplified,
sets the world aflame.
Case after case
is emptied and strewn
Prudence and conscience
flow freely
in frolic.
Above, lie the stars
blocked out by lights
Below, aimless energy
shatters
the night.
And I just watch
and quiver
and slouch
and take a swig
and let it go...
