Initially they had desired Pimms.
But without the lemon juice or fruity extras
It tippled neatly into the strawberry covered glasses
To be sloshed back into its previous bottle-necked carcass.
Then they brought out the Malibu and coke
Mixing in excited hand spans
How much they anticipated would make
a drinking game seem like a good plan.
Unfortunately they were from the Bridge
used to all nighters of a studious ambience
Not the free-wheeling madness of ‘normal pre-graduates.’
So politics, rhetoric, the ‘young black man as a member of the dispossessed clan’
all invaded the ‘let’s-go-crazy’ party atmosphere
Till the wee hours of the morning knocked loud and clear
On the illuminated window pane
Whose dazzled eyes were blinkered in their single glazed frames
From the sunlight that chased the night away.