The party was mostly a blur
I saw smoke out from ears
Christmas cabinet spirits taken
Wasted on ignorance
I spin around the room
Or the room spins around me
Basins capture fallers
Trapped, with faucets dripping
Drowning in melodrama
Young actors perform skits
With farm firearms, aiming
At passing cars. The loud bang
Rings in our ears, energy
Peters out like a fading bulb
Dawn chorus lulls us
To sleep in the barn
With our fellow animals