It was social oblongations
We sat in an ellipse
Ten people in five converstellations
Outside noise dictating
The parameters of our inclusions
When one discussion ended
A turn to the left or right
Could push an entirely different shape
Rounding edges and bashing angles
But for the most parts
Margarita conversternation
Is polite converse action
So topics with deep tropics
Are usually voided
Someone fell in the greenery
Which is always a hoot
The bathroom line was too long
And an informal discaption
With some twenty-somethings
Waiting for the unisex depository
Reminded me
That the city is still an exciting place
When it hasn't yet shell-gamed your innocence
And replaced it with a sour preference for silence
Back at the table we tidied up any stories
And wished those who had a longer journey than most
A safe and stress-free travel
We will see you soon
When work calls
Or a yearning for some city excitement
Puts wheels on your caveat
And leads you here blindfolded
When we visit you
In your township or village
It takes us just as long to become mutable
And so our trips are short
An unspoken longing
For that which brings us comfort
Even that which is sharp and tangy
Salted with the breath of decay
Brings us safely to our local margarita spot
Where the constellations are cordial
And the cordials are whipped into submashion
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4.25.08
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