In the Air

I didn't really think that I could fly,
But I had had about enough to drink
That who knew what I was supposed to think
When I looked down and saw the bloody sky?
(I don't mean there was really blood, do I?)
If I was upside down, or on the brink
Of madness, many gallons of black ink
Might be required to file and classify

What I was thinking when I peered straight down
And saw what might have been a dark abyss,
And might have been darkness itself. What's this?
I can remember thinking. Who's that clown
There in the mirror? Would I break my crown
By tumbling after? Then what would I miss?