Drinking Song #3

Fools, like moths,
Around a lightbulb flutter.
A chaotic dance
Bathed in sulphur glow

Weary hands
Make pink-fingered gestures
To eyes that smudge
These nights like chalk dust.

Sing these songs
In streets static with rage
The crackling air
Pulses darkly through your veins.

And when the streets are bleached
By the moon’s melancholy luster,
Let he who walks alone and tall
Be invincible in this silent hour.

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These twisted streets
That meander through Autumn
Echo with the footfalls
Of men long passed.
these boughs that sweep overhead
A crackle against the stormy sky
look down, weeping.
The place where you last saw that face
Still possesses a faint outline,
A blur on the tree trunks,
A whisper in the fluttering leaves
That reminds you
What is lost.