Just Another Friday Night

Over the threshold on a nova

night and into a room of loud

slickerkite. A jaunty wave to

sector four, with a wink to the

drunken cyborg behind the

door. Eedling songs after

fizzberry wine, long after

those who came to dine.

Tapcatting along the bars,

singing the national anthem

of marvelous Mars. Holding

hands through middling dance,

their breath wallowwashed

on a slimming chance. Gravity

a thing of the past, whirrwishing

through the air from first to last.

With daring mouths, catching

whisky spheres, their eyes crying

flaming tears. Before the night

drifts to sleep, the stars and moon

will wake tomorrow to watch them

weep.

Definitions -

Slickerkite - The sound of a room filled with the drunken buzz of high spirited workers.

Eedling - Created by the yelling of multiple songs out of tune, to a single melody.

Tapcatting - The sound of tap dancing on the soft-top space bars.

Wallowwashed - The sound of prolonging a deep breath in the thinning atmosphere, causing a low hollow hum.

Whirrwishing - The sound of bodies moving, and flying past one another unhindered by gravity.