What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

All Saints’ Day

 

On our  way down,

I whispered my complaint,

‘He may be a serial killer,

I still can’t believe you left me,

He wears the worst tie,

An accessory of a cave’,

‘Probably if you call me inviting me to your life,

I’ll do a lot of thinking,

And in the end I would surely come,

Even if I was married to a guy who wears  the most  hideous tie in the cave,

Of course, we will be together,

But with you it never lasts,

I wouldn’t stand all your heart moving urges and myriads of she-friends,

As opposed to you my guy is tied up’,

Laura was angrily hissing at me,

She probably  took it to heart,

She never buried the hatchet,

I hated her lack of good taste,

And her faithful and tied up schmuck,

Anarchy ruled the apartment,

It broke bottles and Nick’s iron rule,

She danced on the table,

The world was cruelly partying,

In one hand she had a flashlight,

Teasing loving each other couples,

In other hand she had a bottle,

She insisted that it was iced tea,

She poured the alleged tea into the bottle,

So that it didn’t spill when she danced,

Laura sat on the couch,

My ex argued with her caveman,

Providence said ‘Keep you distance’,

It was their business,

Not mine,

Party animals spilled into my den,

Flavored with marijuana,

Someone already broke out in a spontaneous dance,

Some hid behind curtain folds,

Having a drink they were weirdly quiet,

I made my way through the crowd,

I went to the kitchen to quench my thirst,

The spectacle was fantastic,

Armies of alcohol bottles among colorful homemade candles,

Were on the kitchen floor,

I always liked parties,

I observed attendees,

But who was alive?

Who was dead?

I couldn’t easily find my place there,

Till I got senselessly drunk,

I filled my abyss with whiskey,

I drank it in one gulp.

I fell in the armchair,

I loved to watch people,

When they broke out of being themselves.