I walked down a drunken road

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I walked down a drunken road
just shy of closing time
the playground silent and bare
without children chasing cats
or mothers chasing children
like before

I walked down a drunken road
where unsteady men stood spitting
pavement slick with road wash water
trading glances, laying an ogle —

I walked down a drunken road
counting the moths under lamplights
glowing orange in the faded morning,
missing five faces, remembering a hundred —

I walked down a drunken road
thinking about my friend
her dead grandma
They’re gettin’ old, they’re gettin’ bad
but I’m all right, don’t you worry
I still see dawn everyday
___I still eat toast with my juice

I walked down a drunken road
wondering if my feet will ever hang
out of a closet, if I would lie
wedged between sentimental garbage,
dog-eared books and pillows
yellow-stained with summers, burning nights

I walked down a drunken road
and it’s not such a good night —
I’m sorry… I’m sorry

I stare into the orange light and see the pretty glass
the opal-coloured drink without a name,
___3 drops of cassis

I walked down a drunken road,
drinking the coming dawn —
I walked down

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