Rambling
stumbling down a street
drunk again
I think
I tripped over the crack
of dawn
in the park I watched
two women
holding hands
pretty
smiling
very happy it seemed
walking into the rising sun
damn it
my apartment must be near
stumbling again
birds
is that the aviary
I'm staggering the wrong way
I'm near her home again
have to go
I'm not wanted here
was I ever?
stumbling down a street
drunk again
I think
I tripped over the crack
of dawn
in the park I watched
two women
holding hands
pretty
smiling
very happy it seemed
walking into the rising sun
damn it
my apartment must be near
stumbling again
birds
is that the aviary
I'm staggering the wrong way
I'm near her home again
have to go
I'm not wanted here
was I ever?
© 2008 Michael Shelby
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