Looking across
At the hundreds of free moving bodies
All stars responding
To something out-reflecting the moon
In the flickering
Of addiction and fire
Love and mindless gyrations
And music:
All beauty misted in long draws of hot tobacco
As the sound of a thousand lost souls
On break from reality
Echoes through each body, reflecting the silent sky
In brief darkness and flashes of colored light
And of course the Bic brand stars
Shining and fading as no heavenly body can
In the dusk of hot lighting on a dark ocean of people
Who make themselves more than just spectators
I watch the white light fade to red glow in seconds,
Just as we all race the stars for eternity
I want to be a part of the smoky nicotine sky.
Got a light?