I guess it’s right to forget the wolves that encircle every bit of warmth,
to raise a glass and boldly cheer amidst the swirling jazz of youth.
It’s right to dismiss from memory all the nights sitting on the side of the street,
watching the lamplit crowds like frenzied(more) salmon spawning upstream.
Let’s let bygones be bygones, let’s have a drink and laugh and eat.
Let’s forget that life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on-
And after the party, after you leave my home, after I wash myself clean:
We will all sit with our individual lonelinesses spinning like broken records
while the orchestra plays a vivid pointillism, twelve tones eating each other
And the sound brings back feelings of the Oroborus, and the wolves, and-
Let’s let bygones be bygones.
Let’s have a drink and laugh and eat.(less)