Between Jupiter and a Bottle

Torn between Jupiter and a bottle The sky-borne heart, caught yearning for the stars, Staggers, split and spitted upon the earth. This is not what Love was spilt for, nevermore To spy out the cold crippled, dripping sun. Society flails in its own puke, As the unicorns lay slaughtered in the Cracked concrete forests. Feet pound, dogged, Down the tired ruins. The sainted smoke, Drifting on the breeze of long stale hopes, Calls back to life the broken, burnt-out voice Of forgotten dreams, pulled from the dust.