Drunk Trecking

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