Bubbles

The cider's inside her
The night is a knight
Black like a bat
And equally sordid

The cider is flat
The bubbles transformed
To one's bath elsewhere
As memories sink aimlessly

He whines of wine
Burning the throat
Though there's only one blame
And it's absent

The gymnastics of sleight
And physics of flight
Go flying together
At the drop of a tap

Yes, money diminshes
Scatters at our feet in ruins
But the bubbles float
And with our heads they waltz

The cider's inside her
And in us as well
The bubble cascade
To a cavernous hell