The Party

You MUST drink up one cheep beer, where does such obsession come from? You are running away alone from that noisy party, drinking the beer in the star field same time, one hand holds the empty bottle and another hand has a book. You MUST finish this book, where does such obsession come from? Because you got it from the first lover? Because you got it from the sun as he say good-bye? Walking in the field while breaking one by one page of the book, it’s a forgotten Sprechchor. You will sing a song, dancing old dance in the wet glassy plane. I want to tell the city like Moses, “people who have never seen her dance or who forget if they have seen, you are fool!”So anyway you even stand on your heads, drink up the last drop in the bottle, and then the dawn is near. The full moon goes down to the mountain, the total darkness and the freezing clearness will come about as if the couple of a boy and a girl who pass while laughing hand in hand. Hey you, that party already finished?