At The Party (of Fools)

at the party,
we wear smiles, we tell them
the way we hold our wine glasses
and puff the smoke
we tell them that here we are we want to belong
to everyone
that we after all
are parts of this socializing human race
aristotlic and platonic and
watsonic all rolled in our mind

we get drunk and for a while we group
in accordance with our categories
species

and then we realize
we are happier alone in bed
at the beach or somewhere else
where
only our hearts speak