Addled

Put aside the tremors of last night,

no one noticed the addled man,

cue the music soft on the senses, like pillowed

ash,

Pompeii arisen, deep red on the horizon

leaking, gushing, frozen in memory,

Do you recall the last time?

Lost in angel's hair rivers flowed meekly,

as lava defeats the flame,

we all pretend we're floating,

above the fray,

but we've truly run amok,

purging feeling, 

unable to stop feeling,

still there's the crazy, keepsakes

littered on the moon,

reminding us who you are.