Surreal Night Out



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I walked into a loft one night last week

and rode the elevator to a stop.

I saw a man and woman there afloat

above the floor. The man appeared to be

asleep, the lady held two large balloons.

A peaceful scene at first and then the room

began to change; a hologram would flash 

and stay before my eyes: a bird that flew

in cosmic sea; then Andy Warhol sneezed.

He turned a television on and I appeared

I spoke aloud about the unknown joys

Of Disney World, a flying, floating place

where we could all return to innocence.

The party guests began to come in twos

and ones and threes although the couple's feet

did not fall down regardless of how much 

they drank and drank; they drank and then they slept.

A swimming pool arrived quite late. It was

a gift from David Hockney's brush it seems.

Refreshing as could be; I couldn't stay

for Damien Hirst took my arm to leave.

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