Waiting under a college night moon

everything is romantic except you moon. even the oppressive music
of drunken college minded cries from over my roof
where i know you also shine, like you are now
down down and through the crowding
clouds, pathetic silver
clouds, and your light bounces
off the pool, touching what is blank
in this early morning dark.
i like that my cigarette smoke sees
you, and i see you the same
though tired to my core
i stay to wait, your famous
light a dull note filtered out
by all that is now.
Why do I feel sorry for you?
When I can do no more
damage to fate than you?