A party
by Manda
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-04-12 12:01:00
What was I doing there? Oh, that’s right, booze. When it’s in you more than you are you follow it like some sort of zombie. That was me, zombie-fied. And what were those creatures? How funny they seemed to me. Chasing after that dream manufactured by Madison Ave. The more I looked at them, the bigger their heads got until they floated away like hotair balloons. And they didn’t even know it. How funny they seemed to me.