spirits around, might be in the bonfire
or the keg,
or the grappling teen couple
in the brush,
the sliver of the moon,
the howl of the cats biting neck cries
mating,
the melted bottle red
hot as hell
in the embers left
in my eyes the next day,
the taste of rotten camel ****
on my tongue, the
headache throbbing
the smoke merging with the fog
of a beaut!!