I wrote this while signing people in at a fraternity party. I was a little disappointed at how the party was going, so I started writing some of my observations about typical "partiers" on the back of the sign-in sheet. 20 minutes later, a poem is born...
The Corner
penned 01.20.2001 by tyler butler
Sitting in the corner
Watching the couples converse
In that half-English way
They always do.
They have such seemingly meaningful conversations,
Yet they seldom utter a word
Understood outside their
Circle of two.
They split and merge,
Always moving, sometimes changing,
Members rarely the same from
Moment to moment.
Their voices are raised
Over the din of the music,
But appear startlingly loud when
The music fades.
Nothing fazes them -
They are oblivious,
Content to enjoy the changing company
They always have.
When morning comes
They'll sink back to reality
Find a ride back with someone whose name
They can't remember.
Then their conversations will return
To be understood
By we precious few who choose to sit
In the corner.