Played Jumping Jacks
with the stars, sucked
a nebula down with a cherry
on the side before
hitching a ride on a passing
asteroid belt - feeling it
necessary to exaggerate my
skill this late at night,

it's so much more i m p r e s s i v e.
   Newspaper font's not big enough
   to build up my grandeur.

Part of that story that's closely
resembling semblance to
reality; downed a margarita
just to get a buzz but I'm almost
certain it only made my face fuzz
fuzzier.

Apartment building towered
like Babel if it was only three stories,
craned my neck to look up,
spying her room, spotting it
with ease, knowing it to be
one of the windows lighting
up such a desolate building, exuding
warmth only through her efforts alone,
such a tender girl.

To yell out my undying love
this late hour; is it even an option?
Is it even a sober choice?
Did I even leave sobriety?

The street cleaners wouldn't be
annoyed, barely catching my shouts
over the brittle brushes strumming
the asphalt clean and some old
ladies might think it to be classy romantic.
    I'd be the
    talk of the town!
             (neighborhood at least)

To do, what
to do?

Window light just went
black, felt my steps retreat
backwards, slow walk away
home stuffing hands in pockets,
an attempt at hiding shame,
an attempt at hiding blame
though it all won't shake its
rest free, comfy, finding
its place on my shoulders.

Kicking random debris about,
muttering street cleaners get
paid to do squat,
it was poking me in my
temple, mocking me, making
my misery something to
commiserate, I'll write a
song about it later.

     Unnoticed sigh.

I should've had another
d r i n k   or   s i x.