i pour my misery into a fluted glass and raise a toast to the stars that fade from the sky

i pour my sorrow into a pint glass and raise a toast to the to the moon that slowly disappears

i pour my heart onto the crinkled vellum and raise an eyebrow to the indifference of it all

so i throw the glasses against the mantle and watch the glass sparkle like so many dreams

walking barefoot across the floor in hopes of exercising the demons that exorcism seems to fail

tossing the reams of paper into the fire stoked by passionate disinterest of the rising sun