Wavered but unbroken,
assailing life's uncanny seasons
with labors unrested.
I fancied those summer parties in the city,
where bodies sway deep into the sunset,
into their vice,
into escape.
I've found a love for the essence
of the air that some never breathe.
I enjoy an elevated life above the skyscrapers,
pressed against the night's eye.
I roll the grass between my fingertips
and enjoy the rain till it dries.
To the idea of normalcy
I stand erect in the contrary,
a lush with a smile, I cheer
to the sunrise.
Even in the stale hours of morning,
those parties never end,
glasses still raised, menacing.
Dom S. Flagg