Parties in my Head

I’ve been having parties

in the top right hand corner of my head

where the music throbs incessantly

and civility is dead





have another drink , one says

I don’t mind if I do

and the hunchback pounds on the old piano

till well past half two





a bulky fist hammers the door

Joe sent for me, he yells

& a smokey eyeball peers out

is this heaven or is this hell?





I wouldn’t mind so much

take less of a dim view

if due courtesies were observed

& I were invited too

46 thoughts on “Parties in my Head

  1. Don’t stay home ๐Ÿก
    on your Pat Malone, John.
    Or perhaps you should ring
    the Dream Police? ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ
    But I guess that would be
    a Cheap Trick ๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ˜Ž

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  2. A party poem, that’s really rockin’. Love it! “I donโ€™t mind if I do. and the hunchback pounds on the old piano”, just brilliant. Play it again Sam! You must remember this. A drink is just a drink.

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  3. Better than the pity parties Iโ€™m prone to hear in my head; still a curtesy invite would be customary since your technical the host. Might also need to set some quiet time rules; you know, mostly for the neighbors. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  4. Fun, rhythmically rousing! I heard the echoes of song lyrics throughout. Just let all those ‘party’ songs reverberate, wiggle yer toes, waggle yer head, play drums on yer recliner’s armrests ‘all night long.’

    ‘Let’s Get It Started (in here)” !!

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