the wanderers party on and converse...

you shimmy down,
coyly of course,
from your seeming coconut tree
party perch,
practically hanging on the chandeliers you were,
observing from up there
the people doing well tonight and the
people who werent
and mud might just end up being my name
if you can prove that you didnt have that slippery snake
punch-all smile on your face the whole night, bird man

— Peter Barr