At the party
We all danced,
And smoked our cigarettes
Like outdated bohemians
Too drunk on wine
To speak of poetry.

We sang the lyrics,
And we held each other
And when one stumbled,
So did all of us.
For we were married for the moment
By the grasping hands that grew from all our arms

I looked at Steven
Drinking liquors from his fishbowl
And I laughed
Knowing that soon he would be murmuring
Of monstrous stories
And the scenes of ancient movies
Flickered on before our eyes.

Maria stood up on the table,
And she played mother to her children,
As John and Tina ventured off
To become the thing that they most wanted.
I stood still
Looking on silently
And as the music played, I drifted off

Back at home
The sun kept sleeping.
And we took it as a sign that
There were more things left to do.
When Noah told me
That my words were special
And that by default, so was I
I believed him
Then I passed out, my upside down,
And left the TV on all night.