The 'half empty glass' side of you

A short haphazard poem. Slightly inspired by 'The Great Gatsby'

Well, champagne glamorously glints in glasses,
the cuisine slowly becomes cold mush trampled in
and around the ground and
everybody turns home-ways and bed-ways and right-ways and wrong-ways.
You never showed up and I fall back.
Sometimes I wish you'd ran away with me and we drowned ourselves in lavishness and luxury.
Leaking opulence from every orifice.
But then I remembered I don't have a job.

My head is so high up in the clouds, I'm choking on airplane scars in the sky.