DINNER PARTY the dream
at a party where I recognized
no one
where sarcasm
masqueraded as wit
with a music sound track
of newly received rock and roll
more jazz than
teeny bop
and realizing that my now
turned off fan
was the white noise
covering my tinnitus
an outraged outburst just before I awake
when a better reply to the
provocation
would have been
a stony silence
and wanting to put my fist
through
his shit eating
grin
and all those things
you meant to say
but only remembered
long after the incident
JWL
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