Scintilating Like Sparklers Poem by jerome moore

It turned from a swell party on the coast to a sweltering inferno.
The horizon spectators child like winking at us;
from the baptising breakers to roman candles buried deep in the sand,
crabs flirting, and several nori naked bodies
cresting the seas brow.
The romans lined up and fired at the moon,
Phoebe vomited in my shoes,
and kent never came back.
The cops showed up and we scattered like sparklers,
into the beach house allies where we put out the lights and someone pushed a drumset down the stairs.

It was a swell party until someone somewhat died
happy birthday Mike!