The Party I Mentioned
I appeared at the dumpsters
taking my shoes off
as I turned
I walked through the
kitchen
and down the hall.
Heavy melodic
Turkish vibes resonated
throughout the wire thin
incense trails.
I lifted the blinds. White wall.
The lights were a faded green
and flickering.
Ince Ince Bir Kar Yagar-
it never ceased.
The door opened to broken
cities,
flames atop cars,
it was neither day nor night.
I turned back into the room,
Now an acre of grasslands,
people dancing,
same song.
Impulsively
my heart connected. My body
afterwards.
I closed my eyes,
but saw everything as clearly
as if they were open.
Patchouly scents
came in waves like
pain.
The field.
Gold, red, yellow beauty.
Buddha's hand was over the sun,
shunning in golden lust.
poem by Malcolm McGill
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