Drunken thoughts (Words.)

I was driving home
drunk
(no surprise there)
stumbling
but something struck me tonight:
a big half of a bright red moon.
What makes a moon so rusty orange?
What will ever be so rich
& colorful
in my life,
important
as what I saw tonight?
So PROMINENT.
Intense, glowing, formidable,
daring me to acknowledge,
recognize its presence.
I stopped for a full 5 seconds
at a stop sign
(longer than usual) […ever]
before I sped away swerving
until I just remembered
and sambled it down.
uinrecongnizlabe..by.

(this is what the last few words looked like.
i really couldn’t read my own handwriting.)