The Author's Ego Speaks

And when the music breaks will they see you pulsing in the corner when the conversation dims will they notice everything you have been trying to build when they are leaving do you think they will remember you as anything more than tinsel or curtains or carpet never beam never floorboard nothing with a hardwood body nothing with body in the name you are not the party just its change of clothing you are nothing until they mention you on the car ride home you could have had a better DJ and could have been a stiffer drink and you are still pulsing and pulsing and click and callus and always building you were not meant to be an architect you were not made to hold you are the easiest way to explain the evening; the nickname for a place they used to go.