Midnight Wires

Electric fairy lights dance on darkened windows

Sparks in stasis framed by the night

Where I raise my glass to the moon

And take stock of all I've seen

The good, the bad and the melancholy

It gets deep inside the bottle

Rabbit holes may offer madness

But the bottle offers oblivion

While I observe significant structures

That echo deeper meanings

Modern crucifixes and midnight wires

Deliver words of many a saviour

Digital scriptures that will never have the weight of a universal dogma

To certain masses

But individuals crave absolution of a different design

Free thought and liquor linger on mine

My tongue flows on midnight rhymes

Spiced rum and a world come undone…