The Party

Descending into the dark

a throbbing beat

stings the ears

as smoke

clouds the eyes

Where is the joy

in this warm yellow light

with so much laughter

The smile 

a recognition 

for whom

glancing away

cancellation of an invitation 

The neon 

red and blue

purple and green

to black

the scene unclear

The image in my mind

is not the reflection in the mirror

Time is muffled

the conversations

not heard

Casual transmission

confusion

disappointment

Left is the stickiness

wet rings

and ashes

Ascending into the day

passing

are you ready for the changes