the obvious:
falling out a window
and landing wrong jumping
out of your jump-off’s house.
the specific:
hitting your head
above the pit in the Leopard Lounge
at the Leftover Crack show.
creeping us out with delirious laughter;
Silvana, –driving home,
trying to keep you awake.
the disorderly:
sharing four bottles of bourbon,
going to Beau 1,
purposely flipping a champagne magnum onto their glass table,
stealing a giant stuffed boardwalk banana, someone’s bike.
eating shit under-shooting a freshly poured Rowan curb.
pouring bourbon on the scrapes.
the non metaphor:
ordering too many vodka tonics
and cake shots,
and lemon drops,
then, not realizing
your fresh mouth
just tabled
with the bride’s family.
Joy & Ruin 