A poem after a blissful night of Absinthe drinking...

Irregular form
Out for the night
Paralyzed mind, body and soul
Fools dance in the daylight
The afternoon was amusing
I am caught up in the laughter
Another shot
One more tear
Wiggly and wonton
No more fears
So abstract is the art
In its true st form
My memories are inundated
My credible thoughts are hyphenated
All alone in the darkness
I feel your spark
Insanity’s blessing is off the charts
Another drink
Thoughts to think
The earth is a sphere
I am getting out of here
The morning lifts and pardons the night
All is well with the thrillful moonlight