Drunk Trecking
Deserted street lights
Line the Broadway to heaven
Soft as clouds in the height
Lead to tower of seven
Rails to cross, railings to help
Trees to embrace, to caress
Walls to meet, to digress
What? You receding? Dogs yelp
Why, I am on top of all
As light as dust if I fall
Fall into love, into dust, circling
“we are stardust for recycling.”
I asked if you’d pick me up
If I’m down, down and out
You said, “No, but I’ll take a bag
To carry your dust, to have you scatter
To the sea, or the desert, no matter.”
“Be it a plastic bag, at the dock
I’ll get it round my head, in a deadlock.”
Last time I trecked there was you
Floating beside me, like an elf
Now, I am quite beside myself
With you,without you, a residue
She said she’s got no home
But where is she? In this dome?
In the wild I mumble
Over some stone I stumble
Why whispers, sighs, sneers
I’ll have a good laugh
Laugh myself into tears
One heart splitting by half
So cool under this dome
Let me just make it at home