The Wild Party

I soberly descend a diamond  stairwell

a diamond as big as the Ritz

to meet you 

in a city of rhinestone tabletops 

and marquisette earlobes. 

Lillian has bobbed my hair. 

A great weight has been lifted. 

Tonight the stars hang low 

where my skinny arms can reach for them.

They fail, fly wildly in the air. 

Fuzzy memory intrudes 

like hair caught on my glossed lips 

and silk stockings come undone- 

all too soon the lights have gone. 

In my time capsule, 

intoxicated, I ascend. 

You are my engineer. 

-lipsix