Gone and Slipped Away Again

Once again, my hands
slippery
lose their grasp
on what now cannot pass

I had a spark in the night
A crawling dream
before dawn's light
that after dusk had come to roost
was lost
in a glass
of booze

A villain slick and fair
with talents many
silver-tongued and gifted there
stepped in to where I could not stand
so I sat and watched
the command performance
but left before the curtain
fell

I'm done with you
and done with dancing
on the sidelines
and my talking
which is so eloquent
comes out like squawking
and I go home alone
with no souvenir
but a memory