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INVISIBLE POEM #9

Past-guzzler

Now nothing means what it used
To be saved up for, but once there
Was a beverage called condensed milk
And what we learned was once
You get your break it's phantasms
Of your returning from then on
Covered in a silvery algae
As you turn back, halfway to the rock
And the party jumping naked from it
One after the other in the moonlight

Hammer noises in the kitchen
But I remain clueless even with
The footsteps upstairs

Surely you have noticed
How when it comes time to pay the bill
Someone is running off to give birth --