Distortion takes the wheel
And my flesh and bones adhere
Surrendering to the careless bends and curves
As stoic inhibition decays

For too long
I concede to the extreme
Into the swarm of tilted nights
Swallowed by revelry and song

My entirety heaves
And staggers across the pavement
Beneath the colossal blare of streetlights
Their magnificent hail
Over the mists of my ugly stupor

Smoke plumes ascend
As the nightlife pour into the frigid dark
Expelled by the scourge
The awakening last call
The inevitable toll of upward sobriety

The fog remains
Fixed upon my tired eyes
While my stomach lining groans with remorse

The tempo’s slow grind
Halts and dismantles
Upon the loyalty of warm bed sheets
And the firm companionship
That is the bottomless well of sleep