nyctinasty house party

night roses, my friends & i embrace
folding like petals onto sofa, maybe
beds, drug-fuelled nastic movements
buried in purple LEDs shrieking
we love & we love & we love

sweat dripping down stems
briefly rooted in ecstasy, girls
on the four-foot balcony slip
cigarettes between grinding
teeth as bass, soprano suddenly
stop—

percussive break. from flowerbed
we emerge in the comedown
of champagne flute shattering

if Death were to pull up tonight,
amongst vodka-soaked kisses
i’d bury myself here, tunnelling
inward with my girl-eyed
loves, till daylight do us part

in a mirror all too fair
kat’s eyes half-shut fluttering
I want to go home stuttering,
tina in red lipstick lathering
i am, in excess, smeared

we grew in the same garden
but soon kat’s curled up alone
crying for me to find her phone,
our voices sing-song, guiding
her to bloom into toilet bowl

Death need not bring her carriage
thus we march on
plucking kat from the ground
toss her to dance floor, offering
her water, telling her how
beautiful she looks in this light