Inferno

3:45am connection limbo
the drunk and I, shadow
and crescent on knifelike benches

green, dead train on old tracks
imaginary, homeless and mistaken
moon splitting through the windows

the cold drowning whiteness
like dreaming on a gurney
drinking a night sky cocktail

two lunar ice cubes
and a numb tongue
to wake in an empty ward

sharing an ancient memory
when were moon icicles, waiting
silent in our frozen inferno