I remember a party at 5AM
A lie: I don’t remember the party
Try and think of something to recall
Blue wallpaper, though that could have been me
Looking out the window,
Nope, no entry point there.
Aha! In hand, there was a 50cl bottle of nondescript
Whiskey maybe brandy maybe both
Remembered.
There were several red-eyes talking quietly
Listening in half to the first birdsong, the
Leaving bell. Remembered.
A slack-breasted girl inhaling something
From a small brown jar and the
Smell of hospital wards, she said
‘It makes my head feel like a hot balloon,’
Sounds rewarding. Remembered.
Someone by my side peering into a mirror
The face, I do not recollect, it is like looking
Into a rippling pool by torchlight.
‘With these huge bags under my eyes, you would
Expect them to be packing and leaving for good’
‘Quoting Milton?’ I got no response
Maybe it was Milton – I wonder if blind,
He would have done a better job
Of constructing this scene
Of golden drink and blue settings
And parties
At 5AM.
