The Sixth Fish

[Wilyem Clark]

Your blurb (the essence of your being,
Is it not?)
Said Friendship was your principal aim;
[Applause! Applause!]
And when we met,
And tipped our glasses,
A century of minutes passed
With alacrity.
Halfway along, you excused yourself,
And while you pizzled privately,
My eyes roved 'round: to a youngish man,
His gazers trained on Olympic grapplers;
To a grizzled gent bullhorning scores;
To a waitress swaddling forks in napkins.
Lord, bless this island of innocents!
The Ukrainian mixologist
Kept pressing more fluids, but we resisted;
Excessive lubrication ain't needed
When convo-circuits are complete
And fluidly zizz and zazz quite nicely.
We tipped her well, and tipped our chairs,
And tripped to your aging Honda Civic;
You dropped me off—all systems hopeful!
And now the shocking final scene
In this overwrought one-acter:
Another possible deuce reduced
To just one actor,
Another closing on opening night,
Like all the others.

[BMistark]

Another closing on opening night like all the others. Damn. Beautifully relates the most common subtle feeling of neglect and disappointment, of a night one lays in bed and thinks without thinking, staring at the ceiling in a swirl of surrealism. I enjoyed that turn of events, of the fun and togetherness, to plummet and bash your heart into your stomach with the hammer of loneliness. Thank you for sharing.

[tailor STATELY]

Just when I think you're brilliant you surprise me with even better use of word play.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY