water runs down my glass
tears on a translucent face;
rivulets run into droplets
finally drying into the hard wall of the unfeeling phallus on my desk;
surface reflecting no emotion
the glass nearly empty
its harsh presence belies its fragility;
 

The tears streak down the edges of my gilded cage;
Like raindrops on the window of a car from which there is no escape.

Drenched obelisks block out the sunlight and fresh air.
The mole men weep for their sorry existence.
 

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.