Fizz

The party begins with the pop of a cork,
Then sparkling is poured amid breathless small talk,
With glasses in hand we all cheerfully clink,
Excitement and joy greet the evening’s first drink.

Each sip of champagne grants a social disguise,
A sprinkle of stardust enlivening our eyes,
The world seen anew in a bubble-fueled state,
Through gold-tinted lenses we each fabricate.

Stages: V

I am a boat
A coat
A murder she wrote
That’s cast off but never departs;
Rendering pain
Again
That constant refrain
Withstanding the dark of your arts.