Holton to Brady St., Milwaukee WI, Saturday 8pm

from his sleeping place
to the watering hole
he makes his pilgrimage
to intoxicated debauchery
a lonesome & unsure pagan
yammering to himself
false frightened furious vulgarities
arguments with God
or the winter sun
seem futile
this far from heaven,
or hell
or home
these lies are familiar
to his flesh
like advertising campaign jingles
he is a clockwork automaton
same place
same time
next time
you will see him
back and forth and back again
looking for exit doors
in color coordinated outfits
like a uniformed soldier
heading to a battle
that surely will be his demise…


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