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Spinning About Three Axes Lesser known brands Of hard whiskey and Irish Cream Purchased untaxed Over international waters We talk of prior years In separate lives On separate continents A foreign tongue Becomes my own If only for a night Festive atmosphere About the room, about the stereo Playing rap, electronica, and rock It doesn't matter, for "The Song Remains the Same." We hop about in joyous recognition And with silly expressions We animate the refrain We down the bottles With unrivaled enthusiasm And head towards the discotheque To consume more and dance About and about and about we go Swinging acquaintances like lovers Sliding across a wet floor That now glistens with brew A failed attempt at drunken sitstillery The potent effects of Irish Distillery As I recline towards the floor The room is spinning about not one, Not two, But all three axes simultaneously. John Ejaife II This poem is appearing in the Book Spinning About Three Axes |
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