He's wasted again,
I feel something.
Not remorse,
No loathing.
No disappointment,
He is happy.
I am happy.
Different levels,
Space-age bras
We are levity.
We are bearded men,
Space-suit blue.
Raging the dark wood.
Weathering the storms,
Waiting on cocaine deliveries.
Wanting to stage a night.
Little lion men.
Wishing to con the revelry.
©DANIEL MORTON 2011
