Yet Another Night
Shutting the glaring screen, on to the street he emerges under the sky clothed in the the dusky colours Of twilight Crossing the children hiding and seeking under the streetlight's glow, he gazes at the Town's madness At the crossroads he watches the blessed head home, and the wrecked loitering the pavements making choices for the night Walking into a tavern he crouches in a dingy corner Holding the sour drink Swigs and fills...swigs and fills All of life's bitterness washed down the throat his head grews heavy in a toxic joy Into the late-night darkness he emerges staggering on the Street hung head swinging across he finds the way in the absence of light