Vodka thoughts.

Vodka, the cheapest of all in the bar,
was overheated; I anyways drunk it,
cute little place in the dirty suburb
I occupied to fill my eyes with blur,
and in a gulp I reached unstable state
of dream that leads to no moral rules
The last match lights last cigarette, and then
redolent smoke I inhale; Here I strive
like a boy crying on the street at night
who fell in love with awesome "palace" girl
She said him, "No," the day before they met
What's in between? Money, age and the crown
Impossible to break this wall; he's mad.
Me too, 'cause glass between insight
and world, is virtually unbreakable,
can only watch through - words do not come out
I'm lonely here but never I alone.