Rudderless World

To my left side lies a hip flask,
half full of a hellish osculation,
to my right, a lighter;
inside lies a fear,
an anger,
a great passion,
one I never knew I could possibly possess
and it scares me.

Like how the gentle moon
Commands the most monstrous of waves,
I hold a cosmic mystery.

The stars don’t seem to fit
in their rich tapestry,
maybe they know something
more than I,
like how this will all end –
in slow blood and saltwater.