midnight shuffling

two men,

two long arms,

two long cigarettes,

two long stretches

of lamp light,

two frisking eyes,

each watch me cross by

shuffling,

alone,

on two long stretches

of drunken delight,

the first stretch for getting away

from the couch

and the wife,

then second stretch for finding some solitude

for the night.

 

 

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