Dance While the World Burns

Galloping horses drag an open carriage Full of bright balloons eager to escape their tethers Streamers float behind, struggling to keep up No one is driving, no one in control This party is going its own way Heedless of who is trampled under foot Careening towards the edge of a cliff Pop the champagne and…

The Party’s Over

They’ve all gone now Their presence just the echo of laughter in an empty room And wisps of music fading just out of hearing Streamers dangle limply from the walls Empty bottles and glasses line the table, roll on the floor I guess the party’s over After the hangover, after the cleanup What was it…