Under the Stars and Bar Lights

Under the stars

and bar lights

is where you'll

find me.

Between the arches

of bar stools,

Behind the wall

of glass and foam.

Between the bedsheets

of some poor

unfortunate girl;

My hulking weight upon her.

Between the alleys

and trees

and houses

That divide these streets.

Under the stars

and the bar lights,

between streetlights

and headlights,

You'll find me.

- M.E.