Like a deplorable trail of smoke
From the final cigarette of a bum
Who had it all and then lost it all,
You fade into the air and are forgotten.
Your body falls through shadows
Like hollow bones in a grave,
But you are lost, drunk and unfeeling
And you let the ether claim you.
Then like a lover expectant
Lying on an unmade bed with red sheets,
You try to sleep but your mind is in oil
And your eyes see angels.
You never woke, you never slept.
Like a cut out headline you imprint then decay,
Leaving only remnants of a burnt page
Dancing in the lost space of a man’s mind.
Champagne, no name, never to age,
Your eyes say they have seen it all
But you shiver at the sight of the poor
And your feet bleed as you dance.
Do not fool with the glitterati of the city.