The perfect night,
Full of light, not flight--
With dreams of olives!
(And feta in our sights!)

The drinks,
The dancing,
Rock n' Roll--
Naked Munchkin fantasy
Stole my soul!

I miss you my sweets,
It's been too long a week.
I'm pining for Cookout,
Divergent, and Wednesdays wearing Pink.

Wracking--
Body and mind;
Emotions fly
High
On confusion.

Adrenaline:
Physically slowed;
Psychically blown
Out of the sky
By commotion.

Crashing--
Burning--
The ache of a new-found divinity
Instills my soul with a
Fire

Extinguished;
Another fire-longing is born,
Birthed as a
Phoenix
Rising from the
Ashes.

Traipsing through alleys,
Awash in an alcoholic glow,
We play Frogger,
Headed to our usual spot.

PBR's and Mai Tai's disguised as Powerade,
The night elapses
In a haze
Of elaborate bottle passes.

Visceral, palpitating mass;
Solecism to the sight.
Crepitant lights
Sizzle and flash.

Cackles reverberate,
Louder than thunder.

Wriggling, squirming;
Mere adumbrated mortality.
Lightning strikes--

Bathed in a bruised fire-glow,
The gypsy's ball shows
The future.

A life for the wicked,
OH, the sins it depicted!
Nature wins.