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

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