Cocktail Party

Cocktail Party

All this ambience
Is too much
Just too much noise;
I should shut off my hearing aid.

To me
They are allergens;
With these people what I need
Is an antihistamine.

Light flashes:
Galaxies of sunlight.
One drink more
And I am done for.

Rocks we are; wanderers,
Who are solitary creatures
In Brownian motion:
Quest for a firmament.

What is limbo?
It is irregular irregularity,
A panicky stock market,
A heart in fibrillation.

They all look so happy,
Fluttering birds :in an aviary,
Unaware of the cages
in which they flounder.

Will it do any good
To open the gates?
They, like maenads, I an Orpheus:
They will dismember me.

Oh, it may be better
To float, headless,
In an Aegean
Of calm, irrevocable silence.

So tell me. What is it that I am actually wanting?
Group think? An honest to goodness welcome?
A kind of a quantum entanglement?
What’s the price of such empathy?

So, is there another cure to consider?
Absence as an answer
Lone bird in the sky, flying?
Total oblivion: another cocktail?