Sat Night

High heels

lay limp

thrown

around the room.

Glitter eyes

and fingers

stumble to the

smooth faces

and aftershave.

Pulse

on the balcony.

Weed

in the bathroom.

Heineken

on the couch.

Lindauer

in the kitchen.

Scarlet tights

are dancing

in the lounge,

on the table

and outside.

The music

stops

for seconds

while iPods

change the mood.

Strobe light smiles

and bubbling giggles

turn into

deck chairs

splashing

in the pool,

wine bottles

smashing

through the window

and

vomit.