And here's that Pizza Party poem, using those 2 prompts! Jill

[jill stockinger]

(Not for our THURSDAY discussion! Jill)

Up Late Last Night     by Jill Stockinger

 

I was up late last night having a small

congenial pizza party with friends,  

and we had beer and pot—though I guess

they could be called friends as well.

 

And now it’s early in the morning; there’s pizza

left with cheese hanging off the edges that is

stuck to the cardboard boxes, slices I'll eat

cold for breakfast, but no more pot or beer.

 

Besides, beer and breakfast do NOT go well 

together, to my mind—especially not in my mind.

Such a combination leads to fuzzy thinking

and only complicates the doings of the day.

 

And now here’s day poking its radiant head

over the dead remains of the evening, airing out

the funky smells still hanging there in the party’s wake,

shining a bit too brightly on spilled beer on the floor

 

and on the weed dropped when dexterous rolling fingers

turned unsteady; I move automatically through the steps

of cleaning up. I know I should focus on what I need to do;

instead, I’m just thinking about what I’d rather be doing.