Blue Moon

Through the slits in the shade

one hell of a parade. 

Jumping paradise from within

The deal with a devil

to keep you

from sin

Gather yonder 

past the cliff.

sheep graze

pondering nothing. 

Paradise lost over the line to you. Dial tones suddenly gone. number disconnected. 

We jest though 

surely 

drinking coffee 

going swiftly nowhere on that empty train car. 

Looking through that tinted green window. 

One can see Comiskey.

Eastbound

Northbound

5 by 5 

and suddenly sound

easy goes it she says 

as we stroll

peppermint air dozing us 

as we are juxtaposed

in tense silence

Movie theater silent, in the bathroom, you seek shelter. I'm like a fish out of water. Michigan Ave. state of mind. Easy does it you say, the tickets are paid for as we head upstairs. The bar is crowded. Another drink round, Two fingers of Maker's mark, and a Red Bull and Vodka for the lady. 

Sitting At Home On College Ave

plagued by my past 

grasping at empty bottles

that lined the floor 

in a chaotic shard filled cluster

Wooden floors. Cracked and peeling. I'm back with Dad. My dead shirt on. Greens and Blues.

the waitress breaks my balls we go to Wendy's and I hit an all time low. Jesus. This is amazing. Not sure of the right direction at this point in time. 

Look elsewhere the clouds say to me in my vapid dreams

shaped like an ill formed Abraham Lincoln

....

I am listless. I take the blue line. Nice place. We travel down the road, you holding your head high. 

The air reeking of piss and desperation. We are back by Rock Bottom after an altercation with some random drunks. 

We walk into this place where we both know we didn't belong.

"I need to go."

"What's new?"

f**k me, no f**k you. 

I sit at the bar while people look at me. I am so obvious.

Pasty faced and sweating the pumping in my chest so relentless.