American Surgical Sponge

Dialogue from the balcony

Again, again,
winked at me from up there, Luna.
I am always here, I have always
,
from this balcony,
on these roads.
lured me, tempt me,
like a slut, but I
incite, push me,
as a friend.
Where to?
I have a table, chairs, books, music
glasses and bottles. Elsewhere
can not stay, as
is prohibited. I
you look bad, I
is ignored. Instead of me

stars shine on the eye reflexes
of wealth out of reach.
hopeless, I say.
I have my own, I must suffice.
But how many times I blow it to hell
and grabbed what I denied.
you take hold of, Moon, and gemerai in my hands. However

Hoping not to be found only air between my fingers sweat

after waking from a restless sleep.