You’re Right, That Party Wasn’t Any Good

Step up, 
don’t pout, don’t
fret.  You are, I assure you,
worthy of remark.

All that kissing,
and nothing to show?
Not much to say about that,
true.  But as for you —

head down and tripping home
doesn’t cut it, but it
sees you through to the stairs, 
so go ahead and indulge that

gloom.  Once you’re home, though,
banish it.  Stick it outside 
the door where you keep 
the shoes that still need to dry,

the ones you won’t wear inside
for fear they’ll muddy and mark
the whole house.  Why would you bring
similar gunk into your spirit?  Exactly —

you wouldn’t.  So give up
melancholy.  Put on
a little music — puff a little Parliament,
a small taste of bubblegum, settle on

rocking out or whatsoever else
works.  No prescription
except one: party you up.
You are always worth that.

You may not notice, always,
but you’re always noticeable.
Put up a banner
that says just that.

That party really wasn’t any good. 
All that kissing? A total waste.
No grooving going on there.
Not without you.