to find meaning
in being
i walked
as
the city stretched thin .
I heard gentle music
in a power drill
but lost it
when I named it.
Suddely
came late
so I had another drink.
The ice was melting on the
black pavement
and my knees hurt
like an old mans.
Stranded
waiting for suddely
i measured alcohol percentages
and my face in the back bar mirror.
‘Where the city ends
I do not know,
for alcohol
anywhere I’d go,’
I smirked at the napkin.
cracked pavement
looks good
to a drunk man
looking
down.