I was dressed as
donnie darko
and sat
down next to
a guy dressed
like the pope.
hed been drinking
and so had I.
but by the time I sat
by his side
you were getting
lucky by the pool
and I was sober.
the pope and I talked
about time travel
and someone I didn't know told me
there is no
such thing as
too much booze.
the pope left
and so did you
and your girl.
but I remained
here thinking
about
space
time travel
and chance.
I think I
know who you
are already.
the night
is your
worst enemy
and my best
friend.
the pope and the booze
black/white
can't you see
you're standing
in my light
the little reflectors
behind the
concrete walls
they caress me
I feel no heat
no solace
no contempt
when you
stand in front of them
can't you see
there's is no more
white light
for me
you're standing
in my light
the little reflectors
behind the
concrete walls
they caress me
I feel no heat
no solace
no contempt
when you
stand in front of them
can't you see
there's is no more
white light
for me