At the Rock Club

The fixed evil
of time
of chaos and
illusion I cheat
with a glass
filled
with distilled
wonders
see you
smile
take
the same fix.
Downstairs
the rockers
are drunk
on adrenaline
finishing a sound check
good enough
to break
hearts and make
a record contract
crawl closer.
You thank
me for
the drink
disappearing
into the swarming
crowd, you're so beautiful
it always hurts
to see you
leave.
The dirty window
frames a
luminous moon
hiding
its dark
side.
While
downstairs
the band tears
through
its set
of angst in bondage.
While in my mind
I see
you
smile ...
a goddess
not even
the harsh sun
or fickle moon
may eclipse.