Tales Of Any Every: Poem - After the After Party by Charly Fasano

Have you ever wondered what happens after the after party on any given weekend night? Well, here is a what could’ve, might’ve or should’ve occurred at one of these exclusive and hip happenings only people in-the-know get to enjoy or endure. Enjoy another poem and illustration by Charly Fasano about crashing one of these after parties.

Both poem and drawing appear in his book N.E. Every - available now in our webshop - Click Here.

After the After Party Party

Phil Collins says it’s after midnight late on stereo,

a skinny dip kind of late.

Peel off the wrinkles

crash is on at the

after the after party party.

Open shirts with four buttons down

mustaches

mase red noses

blood stained peepers

jacuzzi

squirt gun uzi

fake chains.

Flop through younger games

wrapt in stolen tuxedo.

Eavesdrop  like yellow chases solid gold.

Network it.

Too much eye contact.

Just smile and say New York a lot.

Free drinks for the big thirsty.

When this is over

we will shuffle to

post-breakfast pre-brunch

Big crash is go

at the after the after

party party.