Park Life

You drink wine

 Until you are blind

Under the streetlight in the night.

In a park

Where children once played

Your words

are misconstrued

and you talk like you know

what is right.

You say we are endless

yet definite

immortal yet doomed.

You tell me we are all heading

for certain death

“We will rot!” you shout

And the statues stand tall

Once men of great virtue

Immortalized and encased by stone

The world spins as your words

Slur into speech

You talk of purity and

the fall from grace

You speak with such certainty

With a voice that commands

Your expression is strong

Yet your shoes

 Remain untied

You’re a series of limericks

A book of lines

A page full of contradictions

You say “they” are leading us

“They” have a plan for us

“We are all sheep in one heard”

Yet when the sun breaks dawn

You turn to me and ask

“Where will I sleep tonight?”