I grew up in a palace of stone
Sunken high rise buildings make pillars against the sun
But she sets, sets again, allowing the fool to walk around in the gloom of night
The drinker turns to his drink
Finding solace only in the emptiest of bottles
He weeps
And weeps again thinking of nights not so much different than this
The boy to his needle again
Pushes away earthly friends
Letting the sting of nothingness open up wide
He floats away
And still on he floats
Putting this life in his pocket
Wondering how the next one will go
After spending a night on a torn matress
A blanket full of holes wrapped quietly in
It's cold and wasteful down here
Stumbling drunksicklonley out into the cool
Turning carbon dioxide into a wisp of cumulus clouds
....I could swear you were here for a moment
Hanging between myself and the moon
But you were gone-
Dissipated
Barking dogs
The shattered window
A moment of madness
In a life so full of order
Half empty and half full