Tomorrow Plus X

The night’s all about heartbreak & kick-flips
as moonlight seeps in thru a
boodstained gauze of mist
out there like a medieval poster child
& the numbers we never got to

I enter middle age on my hands & knees
as one should gazing past the dying light
down the tunnel that takes one to
a small room w/the shades drawn
& the bottle on the table
it’s always half empty

A supplication to the angels of
impossible desire I guess

If I could just get out of this
disaster scene in one piece
I might think “victory” for a change of pace,
              fold up these tears
              & count the stars that
                            pierce the heart when
the standard issue pliers & blowtorch
should have been enough