Smoky Fog of Dreams (3:00am)
(craig baker)

I am reduced to fractured memories
Scattered over time
Like a statue brought to ash and dust
Granite turned to lime
In the middle of the night
I lay upon my couch
And smoke a cigarette
If only regrets were worth nothing
But a dollar and a damn
I could afford forgetfulness
But as it is the memories
Are all that's within my means
And the smoky fog of dreams
And the moon of truth
Through Venetian blinds
Like striped light bars
Of an imprisoned mind
The light of a billion stars
Cannot permeate
But one lonely moon
Doth illuminate
Through striped light bars
This smoky fog of dreams.