Prose Poem
written in 2003
$6.85 so I could lay down my hands and feel the room collapse around me, in and out and in and out into my eyes, which were spinning and the room was spinning and the people were spinning, dancing to the music which I saw seeping out of the walls onto the floor which was carpeted but dirty with mud because it was raining and I was wet and I was weary and upset that the floor was floating and I couldn't think but still I went for another drink and the world went in and out in and out and that's what I wanted to do with you but I couldn't because I was stuck in time out and no one would let me up because I was spinning and spinning around, head down on your lap, then up on the side then on the floor laughing watching the ceiling shake to the rhythm of my heart beat. 7 bucks to go home early, upset and wet and weary, carried by thousands of arms and voices that I couldn't understand, feet wet and the grass and lips shaking and wind breaking against the goosebumps on my skin. I fall and they catch me and I'm still spinning and grinning and shouting obscenities at the people who left me behind because it wasn't time to go yet. We all just met and but everyone wants to take me home what the hell was that about? I try to protest but I pass out.
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