The day fades,
as the night tempest wakes.
Soon the streets will fill,
strangers mingling in the false light.
Kissing,
drinking,
injecting,
swallowing,
dancing and fucking.
Lives temporarily freed
from their artificial cages.
Listing, aimless and desperate.
All to forget,
the senseless waste
of our commiserate days.
I should be, out there, with the rest.
A witness or reckless participant
in moralities death knell.
Stumbling blindly past broken bottles,
arguing suitors, deafening beats,
women crying alone on curbs.
Yet tonight, I would rather sit,
and drink alone.
A glass raised as I watch,
the anarchy unfold
just outside,
my unlocked door.
