The Grand Scheme Of Party Talk

Two conversations going on,
one in each ear, neither making sense
by itself but put them together
and behold the emergence of
new thoughts.

I will go now
back to a dead corner far away
from the actual talk
and come to some decision
as to how to use the energy
I feel now; I will begin
by eating scraps of cheese and crackers
and finishing a half-empty beer,

and when I fall asleep on an unfamiliar couch
and wake up several hours later,

I’ll have forgotten everything
and that will be at once a crushing blow
and a reason to attend another party
where, if I am lucky,
I’ll have it happen to me again —

except this time,
I’ll get it all down on paper
before I lose it completely.