setting, delicately on the ten foot
two by six
scooting gingerly as to encourage
no splinters
clad in both sparkly regalia  
and plain jeans
the inebriated fairgoer glanced
through half-lids
swaying while speaking, reeking of whiskey
lips moved quiet
inaudible outside of guttural
groans and grunts
we all sat watching, both in awe and shock
the strange man
so overloaded on psilocybin
could just be
and we, so high on the marijuana,
only laughed –