After party

We left our bodies at my backyard

after the party I had thrown

the last night.

None of us noticed the incident

right away.

Rick, he lives alone in a single flat

goes jogging in the nearby forest

and not much else.

Got one day off after the party

woke up for work early the following morning,

headed for the office.

At first he thought

is this some kind of a game

some theme day again

to raise the spirit?

Ignore Rick -day

or sumthin'

nobody seemed to notice him, passing 

                       by,

         passing by.

No eyes set upon him, except

the hot secretary at the dining room but

she appeared to look straight through him.

Well what's the big news, said Rick to

himself.

But as the hours passed like

the people just

passing by

passing

                by

and even the head of office

didn't pay any attention to him

and even phoned his home several times

Rick got all pale

and ran out.

Same thing with three other guys.

Hank, Walter and

the black guy, Gus

I think

rhymed with bus

anyway

all encountered the same problem

at home

at work

at clubs

Walt's a teacher and

it was a bit hard to lecture about

ionic bonds when

your class keeps asking

where the hell he is.

Me, I was suffering from

quite bad headache the morning

after the party.

I poured myself some coffee

went to the porch, enjoyed the chill

breeze and read Bukowski for

hours straight.

Can't understand the fuss around him.

After two p.m. came my girlfriend

with her little sister.

I heard the car and

got up to give them a

happy greeting from the door.

So the door opened

So they walked inside

So they walked right through

me and my wide-spread arms.

They called my name

So I called back

they smelled the coffee

they saw the open back door

and so

she screamed

my girlfriend, I mean

grabbed her sister and took her

inside

grabbed the phone, cried

and screamed and

cried again

I managed to see her dial

9 – 1 – 1

I walked towards the open back door

towards the porch and wondered

am I still sleeping,

having a fucking hangover sleep, am I going

to wake up all sweat but

relieved?

I got to the door and realized

that I wasn't going to wake up.

I just kept staring at my backyard

and kept swallowing uneased.

We had left our bodies lying there

in a neat ring, feet

pointing at the centre.

We had forgot our bodies but

it was just too late.

and the headache was still there,

a hammering pain

                               still there.