Across the crowded patio, which serves as the stage for this drowning of eventual dehydration, can be heard the cry of
"Another Poem!"
Only to be met by the response of "Another Drink!"
Poems are read
Drinks are Drunk
Souls are bared
But the Poem of the night was the one unspoken
The Poem of the night was the drunk silently sitting indian style in the background, smoking a broken cigarette, rocking back and forth
Back and forth with the vibrations of the Universe
While the Artist sat in the foreground, reciting other Poet's poetry, baring other author's souls
Word for word
As his words dissipated into the air, the Drunk continued to rock back and forth
Back and forth continuing the vibrations of the Universe