Half

It's not enough to wash once after

a night of tedium, the good time

to make a break is gone, the chilled

orgasm cocktails are empty silted

glasses, the CD's are old and bed

is boring. There might have been

a moment to walk through curtains

and find the moon was laughing

at the sight of you, but you can't

return to last night and make it

functional. Soon a collection of

fruitless years will be nothing but

ashes and all the hours of glorious

sadness will be more than half of you.