Evening Vagueness

The moon isn’t as it should be,
while the conversation
is as expected…


Our inhibitions palliate
with intercourse,
If our consumption only knew its limits.

To be in such great coterie
to be in such great spirits.

You shudder at its weight
and warmth
as though truth was in Prohibition.

It isn’t this life that consumes you,
it is the cause of your condition.

And so we’ll compliment and commemorate
our heart-felt suppositions.