Welcome To The Party The sign says, “Welcome to the party”, a thousand jukeboxes spray music from the ground, from the sky, from behind the curtain where the wizards hide. The odors of ammonia and lilacs, mask the stench of the mess in the dark alley out back Bullets dance and glance by the soles of high-heeled shoes on the sidewalks, yelling, “Dance, motherfucker, dance.” Then, cake is served, chocolate with buttercream icing, rainbow sprinkles and for a moment the stray cat smiles And purrs, producing a patch of marshmallows, pillows and clouds to break our fall. Looking up it’s a kaleidoscope so novel, the shapes and colors go unnoticed, until Boom, boom, boom Quiet days of lounging on the wicker chairs in the Sun, gone, when the 7 ft. 350 lb. DJ appears. For some, the party’s over for others, just beginning, the many that need a crutch to stand break out in halleluja - our savior. There's only one door out of this party a one-way door and there’s no stamp to get back in. There’s no way to tell if the clouds are inside or outside, but the rain falls nonetheless.