Eyes in twilight sight, searching,
Dirty drunk
Alley side to side lurching
Rubbing soot and sweat in one
Dirty drunk
Into world of darkness spun
Sipping Ripple from a bag
Filthy drunk
Against the wall he will sag.
Stumbling in three day old trash
Fallen drunk
Blood oozing from ragged gash
As rats gather for a feast
Fallen dirt
He is societies least;
Forgotten and forsaken
Fallen trash,
In the morn he’ll be taken.
Gloom 99
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TO Poetry 1999