By Morning

It’s always in my drunk moments when i make great big plans. 

When I’m swirling in hopes I can reach a hand to the young kid who looks a helluva lot like I used to.

I sway the crowd, I save the day, I turn the gears of time back on themselves. Bending and crushing. Metal on bone on time on words.

In those moments, I win the hearts and minds, as they say.

Until my glass is empty, 

And then,

If I’m lucky,

The residue of my greatness will be found again,

At the bottom of my glass,

Waiting for me by morning.