Post Apocalyptic Chardonnay

I’m tired

For way too long,

I’ve been on the road to nowhere

But I’m still here,

Painting paper straws in black,

While I sip French Chardonnay  

Between midnight and dawn.

The grape’s terroir is ashes now  

All these images are illusions   

From a shadow self that is me. 

And all there is left to do  

Is to raise a glass to what remains  

And say, “Cheers.”