Cheap Whiskey Dreams

Caught up in this moment,
The seconds
Stopped ticking
Everything
is moving slowly.
I can hear myself breathing
Trying to focus
In what I'm seeing
But so it seems
This heart beat
Beats
Is too intoxicating,
It's margarita shaking up
My vision
In a viscous
Slow motion
Tinted
Back seat driving
Watching the street lights
Stream by
Like comet lights
I can almost grab their tails.
Maybe if I catch one
I will magic carpet
Ride one
but this time
I'm
just short of depth perception.
plus everytime I reach out
This black tinted window
Speaks out
Blocking my hand
From flying away.
I ask the uber driver,
Sir where are we going?
He said home
But I'm not tired
The night is still young.
The stars are still aligning
It can't be past 1
Just kidding
My watch is missing
Where is my watch
Reaching
For my phone
And it shows
A quarter past 3.
The night
no older than in its mid 20s
The sun has yet to kiss my cheeks
It's just me
And
the moon teasing one another.
I tell the uber driver,
To drive the uber,
Too an after hours
Finding spot
But my mouth is heavy
I can barely
Lift my jaw
To form the words
I perform them
I'm sure,
He nods his head
Continuing his course
Towards my castle.
There are no finding spots
Just hiding spots
Dozing in and out
of consciousness
I hear my name
Like a king
An then again
It breaks dream
My chariot at my golden gate
I stand up and tall
And begin to make
My royal stride towards my throne
My royal chair.
Halfway there,
Halfway there,
I stub my foot
And fall down the stairs
Reaching for the moon
Or maybe a star
Or a comet streaming
But it's seems kinda far
I tumble down
And down I go
Realizing that my throne
And castle
And chariot
We're no more than the bottom of my
whisky cup,
Cheap liquor
In a porcelain mug,
Neat.