Solitary Moonlight Drunk                                              

One jug of wine
a thicket of flowers,
A solitary drunk
no friends around.
I raise my cup
urge Moon to drink,
But Moon has no stomach for wine!
Shadow stalks my tettering form,
Moon and Shadow
my transient chums,
The three of us
giddy as springtime,
I sing out!
Startled!
Moon stops dead,
I jitterbug!
Shadow boogies drunkenly.
Sober we're bosom friends,
Pickled we scatter.
I yearn to trek to the frigid beyond,
And together plunge into Star River.