Morose Meetings at a Solo Cup Social

Weekend eyes,

Shifting in a room, letting me down.

Friday seeks,

The monotony of overcrowding. 

Taking space,

Wallflower faces obscure surroundings.

Mortality,

An empty seat. No one's around it.

Plasticine,

Resigned in the circles of who has what, and why?

Assuring me,

These people are not the people with whom I want to share my time. 

Miotic screams,

Leeching from the pool on the meek and the proud.

Internal heat,

Abating distance when it sucks the life.

 

Another drink,

This kerosene can't seem to kill the fire.

Marauding sheep,

Tipping the cups that their fakeness riled.

Morosity,

Unlocks in me, too bored--I leave (when observing a crowd).

Clarity,

A backyard ghoul eating yearbook smiles.