Weekend

When the world ends
Will it be like just another party?
Your ex girlfriend is there
And you worry for a second
About having to talk to her.
The noise is stifling,
A bubble of vibration,
And your friends are lost in the bodies,
Pressed together
Shifting like tall grass caught in wind.

When the world ends
You will be there just because it’s Friday.
Desperate drunk in everyone’s faces,
Following that girl to her car,
Careening into the neon-threaded black,
Howling at the stumblers on the sidewalk
Where you’re going next.

When you awake in a stranger’s bathroom
Vexed
Perplexed
Wearing only a song stuck in your skull since Monday,
If the sun has disappeared,
Just wrap yourself in the shower curtain and go home.