Music, mayhem, drunks
swirling faster than
a twirly spoon in
craft cocktails
Through the room
– so alive with sound and drowning in booze –
I see my passed life
Pass before my eyes
Life’s spectral ghosts unseen by those younger than I
Wavering on the precipice of youth
Trying to build the handrail to
Keep me upright, inside
Music, mayhem, drunks
now
swirling faster
toward…