Block Party by Michelle Elvy

Voices call me out of sleep groggy, curious, I creep toward the kitchen, where the drinks are mixin’
This ain’t my scene, but I think I’ll stay, like this song, won’t you come out to play…
You, Cheshire-grin, know-it-all: d’you like the party so far? and you, boy in the spelling bee: how’d’you get from A to Z? butcher, baker, candlestickmaker: you don’t belong here, take your childish rhymes off my page! (sigh)
This is better: I spy shitgreen Staasi-shirts marching by but wait, what’s that? why are they drinking with Wolf and Biermann,– what’re they thinking? that ain’t right: they’re not fighting the fight but everything’s topsy turvy: Hagen’s singing cabaret, Liza’s communing with Krishna and Johnny’s rotting in the corner with scurvy Tamara sings Bye-bye my love and we dance real slow, build walls, turn west
This Wall’s my Wall — gotta mount it go under over maybe around it build it, climb it, Christo-bind it find a way to nevermind it
My catch-22: I want to keep you, but I’ve got to show some the door there’s a major cast, a major twist, with a major ending, a major fist fight in the toilet
But I can’t sustain this frantic pace, I’ve got to trim, cut, paste, shut some of you up lest you go and spoil it

	(And who let in that orangutan? he jumped stories, he ain’t part of this plan!)
Gotta sleep, pull up the cover, Let me know when the party’s over
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