Nights Fueled by the jungle temperament of the all night drum, <br />and our furtive flask of liquid music. <br />laughter overflowing <br />from the moist, wry lips <br />of sexy glasses, and <br />the rogue brims of <br />dancing bottles, <br />our communal table flooded <br />with red waves of convivial juice! <br />No one bother keeping count <br />of the Marlboros. <br />Sit down, <br />No need to fetch us <br />any shot glasses. <br />Feel free to chainsmoke and <br />slug-straight-shots from the bottle. <br />Jack's whiskey waxing our whimsey, <br />As we polish the fifth, <br />alcohol mingling with <br />cool blue night and <br />warm red blood, <br />Sitting across from each other, <br />twisted grimaces and howling guffaws, <br />making our silly grotesque faces, <br />In turn we crack jokes, <br />wince and hysterically snap.<br /><br />Gregory Allen Uhan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-nights-3/
