an older poem i have

the sidewalks pandemonium

the street's mortal excess

a skeleton beggar on the corner

who knew this week would be so festive

i walk back home

drunken in those streets

a fable told again and over

a lesson god has to teach

the asphalt bumps

over potholes and graves dug

i followed for hours

until it seemed enough

to find myself home

to never step inside

my soul bound to the flask

bottled love is enough, fine