Struck out and edged

in pain,

down and dirty,

with street eyes blue

glaring at the shadows

of 2AM, with coldness 

the antidote to sleep.

 

Alone with long creep of

night as familiar as pain 

and the grinding tug of

more, more, more

that possesses in the 

quiet alley corner

not near enough to dawn.

 

8/6/2019