if I don't make it in
where the stardust champagne
rains like sunlit drops
from a warm summer storm
beyond the heavily guarded pearl and ivory entrance
where the bouncers armored in argentium silver
grasp their fine clear quartz swords
you leave the back gate open
grandma
I need not much
just a crack
I'll squeeze my way in
I know you will be there
dressed in white mulberry silk
glowing under the golden sparks
flickering above your head
you've walked the path I could not
I’ll be waiting in the general admission line
down in the lobby hoping to hear my name
called out from Peter’s guestlist
but let us not chance it
before my feet start to burn and
the stench of sulfur
drowns my lungs.
