Smoky Fog of Dreams (3:00am) 

(craig baker)

I am reduced to fractured memories 

Scattered over time 

Like a statue brought to ash and dust 

Granite turned to lime 

In the middle of the night 

I lay upon my couch 

And smoke a cigarette 

If only regrets were worth nothing 

But a dollar and a damn 

I could afford forgetfulness 

But as it is the memories 

Are all that's within my means 

And the smoky fog of dreams 

And the moon of truth 

Through Venetian blinds 

Like striped light bars 

Of an imprisoned mind 

The light of a billion stars 

Cannot permeate 

But one lonely moon 

Doth illuminate 

Through striped light bars 

This smoky fog of dreams.