"All That's Left"

And when the party's done

and I've had my fun

what will be left to hide?

A snicker here,

a chuckle there

and all that is left is to reside

among measures of mischief

tapered to themselves,

starry street lamps

falling over wooden shelves,

And somewhere there is a barren

wasteland of dreams

where everything seems

to take heed from its wake

and suffer horrific fate

in the cerebral cellar

where it only puts itself at stake.