Night Trip

We left when it was still light and returned when it was about night.

The moon hung in the sky with a dark cloud lampshade.

Less watts than a microwave, but the power never goes out.

My eyes full of stars, I burned my hand on our fire.

Conversation was complicated, LSD will do that.

Back in my room we sat, uncomfortable near my roomate.

In the bathoom I was paranoid while pissing

shadows flickered in the stall

my face rearranged itself in the mirror 

like a puddle when you toss a stone in it.

Later I sat barely past peaking

in front of lights flashing blue red and white

down the main vein, the heart of the town

a drunken street filled with collegiate speak

stumbling sophomores in awe at the accident

barking like animals that don't know any better.