Their apartment was ballroom-huge,
just off Park Avenue; they were
generous with their invitations;
we, happy to partake of their lavish lifestyle,
their buffet food, their wine, their décor…
for which, we paid in a grubby coinage:
from cocktails to liqueurs,
the captive audience for their literate, spotlight centered abuse
of one another.. the complicity of it all
made my fresh underwear feel dirty..
outside, after, in the street,
the rain came down;
how sweet the rain felt.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-invited-visit-to-an-uninvited-play/
