Fallen...
Staggering steps
Wandered into the muddily dark alley
Stumbled on a rock, fell, dove
Head first into the rubbles of garbage cans
Where within a few homeless greatly disturbed
Kicks and punches thrown
Obscenities heard aloud
A few windows from the apartments beyond opened
“shut up, it’s late! You drunken fools!”
Unaware of the filth that had gathered on winkled clothes
And the stagnant fumes that choked
Mustered all of little-remaining strength
And slightest of rational subconscious
The drunk got up
Lurched back to the
Lonely room
Where he was to sleep
And looked forward to another night
At the bar
Drunken
May 31st, 2003
