Addiction and Subtraction

Second-rate salesmen skillfully sell soft served ice-cream on the sidelines

However, they hand out hollow holocausts of false fantasies for Satan

When intoxication ignites the idle minds

Problematic pride punctures a picture-perfect life,

Profiting no one but Satan’s salesmen.

Burning bridges and building burdens of broken promises or bonds

The drunkards drench their drifting dreams

with tireless tears that they callously cry.

Moving memories of willful wrong doings and left-handed handshakes

turn the meandering mid-summer day’s dream

into an overcast obsolete obituary.

Tonight Is Different

Gazing up, through my open window

It’s not the same, It’s not normal

The stars are noticeably dimmer

Their brilliance is less brilliant

And my awe for them has faded,

Along with their luster.

Billions grace the heavens

Each so small and delicate

So distant and infinitely lonely

Blinking, burning out, and dying

As we humans, all do as well

The breeze, finally cooling after the heat of summer love,

Plays with my hair and gently whispers on my neck

Making me miss something as I stare at the sky

Not quite sure what I miss- just something

Possibly something as distant as the fading stars

Hopefully it will come to me soon

I close my window and my eyes, and fall asleep alone

Possibly as alone as the stars