Afternoon Composition Revisited

All those foolish nights
With ounce after ounce of liquid madness;
Portayals confused by chemical potions
That cheaply stir my soul by the moment,
Then leave me remiss,
Outspoken by the noise of the music and
The laughter of others.
Stumbling home,
Half asleep already so that the
Very world in which I walk
Seems a slanted dream.
Cars go by-
More revellers for the dreamscape.
We are all of us revellers in the night
Without watchmen to gun us down
With sobriety.
We are almost never our own watchmen.
So I go to the bed dizzy.
Two much of the good thing, three flights
Of stairs and I'm almost at rest.
The self-destructive cycle is finally complete.