Static at A.J.'s Annual Party

Implications at the periphery interrogate a flitting personality in the room

each facet perplexed.

I can step toward decisions sprawling, inconsistent, 

productive, but is it anxiety? Is it

swirled pretension. Every chance is out.

Roadmaps to externalized idiosyncrasies 

unseen and readily apparent,

as it seems

holus-bolus 

sheen swinging songs

plaster casts shaped like personalities.

Or is it projection,

red buzzing, black out poise

measured in amperes. 

Author's Note

Criticism is always welcome, any and all.