Left cold on the shore with an ache in my bones, a hole in my head, and an emptiness sewn, I question a cloud far as my eye could see, a murmur, a murder, a brothel, and tea.

“Pray tell, and pray hell, hold my figure on tight, a worry, though blurry, of happens last night. In a maze of a haze, with a supper in heels, I ask of thee, help to me, mem’ry reveal.”

The mist though was vast in a troublesome brew, for a merrymade thug it was nothing I knew. When a voice calling clear as horizon to vanish, my partytime posse would call out to banish.

“A drunk in my bunk to a lush on the land. Unfortunate findings, found you in the sand. To nevermore see and to never care more, a curse to thee, cur, dare not tarnish our shore.”

The fountain, my mirror, the mountain nightstand, I worry to wake up with nothing in hand. When all that I know is of rock and of sea, and the end of the line has been grabbing at me.

“Oh come to me, endless, oh sing to me, void. The opening closing of hearts I’ve destroyed. I’ve toiled and I’ve ruined, I’m broke as a man. I wish on a star, take me quick as you can.”