Though the world carries on oblivious
The daytime inches closer
And closer to the throne
With each sunrise
Washing the streets clean of any trace
Of prevailing darkness
The nights are lost
The sickness and thrill
The blackened rainbows
Of oil slicked roads
And bourbon tongue
Are lost
Are lost
It is fruit juice not blood or teeth
That now fills the throat
I blame the children
So many ankle-biters running circles
Around sober adults once high
On the flame of the July sunset
Blind from the flash of the 8am washout
The beauty of ignorance and shame
And disgust in every mirror
Even the puddles reflecting back confusion
On the cursed walk home in the fading
Narcosis of summer raindrops
The nights are lost
And so with them
Goes the need to lie
Cheat
Steal
To embrace and kill
To palm that last ace
The very things you need
To just get through the days intact.