10 December, 2011

Pictionary

The taste of anise and warmth of comrades
fill the space, small, erotic and sincere.

Paper, strung to walls with tacks and laughter,
serve as symbols for language and mental states.

Five characters, all protagonists, witness each other’s follies
and steam back and forth on drink and mirth.

Some are quiet and even,
while others are moxied and dense like stars.

The combination of music and song and juices is perfect,
like a cosmic alignment predicted by ancients.

The night falters not once, patiently laying out
love and frenetic laughter and not one ounce of pain.

The words strewn about the floor dictate the message
of friendship that celebrates union of five lowly souls.

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