We were at a dinner party
And dinner parties
Are not really parties
Parties where Andy’s
Drinking piss
Out of a beer bong
Marcus is in the toilet
With someone
And he’s definitely
Not shitting
Because my drink
Is vibrating &
The whole ceiling
Is snowing down.
No, no party.
You were drunk
And wrapping your words
Around stones
Trying to be clever
Coming across
Drunk.
Some people
Manage to hold it in.
I took a gurgle of red wine
And brought
The glass down
Hard
And the stem
Got stuck
In the table
Like a rock pick
Or ghost of a tree.
The three
Anecdoting guests
And you
Had red wine
All over your faces
Too stunned
To move
My white shirt
Was polka dot;
The Thai green curry
Was very good that night.
