Night at the Sugar Bowl
You can’t see the stars here.
No moon either.
Miles from the city
And the sky
still looks like it’s washed
in watered down ink.
A sad attempt
at pitch black.

Having to watch the blood moon last night through a stream reminded me that I wrote this a little bit ago.  I was at this bar down at a beach in Queens and it finally hit me that I hadn’t really seen stars since I moved to Brooklyn.  It was a very odd moment where I felt slightly attuned to nature and how artificial things seemed.  Probably brought on partially by the alcohol in my system but it also ties into a greater feeling of disenchantment brewing underneath.