A Dark Night’s Wandering

Lost souls,
angels with broken wings
ladies of questionable virtue
proudly display
their fleshy offerings.
These things haunt me,
in my dark night wanderings.

Warm beer
drunk slowly
in an all-night bar.
Cold coffee,
just for the caffeine.

Can’t stay awake,
can’t go to sleep.
The streets glisten
from the falling rain.

The unwashed, the needy,
the lost souls
angels with broken wings,
ladies of questionable virtue
share stories,
share dreams,
as they huddle close
in their meagre shelters,
trying to stay dry

all of these shapes
dance and whirl,
in the kaleidoscope
of my dark nights wandering.

 

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One response to “A Dark Night’s Wandering

  1. I like that poem. There is good imagery. I have a site at jfay2011hubpages.com for my writings.

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