The Quay

Rowdy shouts, limbs limp, swaying,
Fro, to, fast, loose, their lives
Free as their vomit-covered arms.

Free to do what? What is freedom
Without boundary, what is rebellion
Without a fence to strike down?

- The quay holds dearer company
Than the shouts of drunkards
Lousy with ethanol, or obligation.

In the quivering waters, a mirror to the moon,
Are Selene and her gaseous sky-nymphs
Twinkling like secrets; soothing, saving.

Perhaps one day we will shine together
‘Neath the peaceful kingdom of the sky
You are simple and beautiful, a satellite.

Boorish warcries deflower the fragile silence.
Tonight, a shadow is my soulmate;
We tango together, in the dark.