Where are you tonight, my personal party?
You’re like a can of beer shining behind a waterfall.
Shadows, harder than the buildings
they emanate from, lean on your tits.
Only the weight of your clothing
is keeping you in this world.
I swear: when you leave me alone,
every part of my body
is having its own nightmare.
But the night can become mystical
if you ask it to. Might you like
a mystical night?
When you see the stars
and everything, do you think
how important we are?