Some Kind of Wonderland
I miss the crowds-
the smoke and lights
reflected in smudged mirrors
where I don't know who you are,
or where you come from
just momentary flashes of insight,
then bow and say goodnight
Shots of liquor
flowing freely from the bar
given by a strangers hand
hoping to enter some kind of wonderland
But outside it is raining debris
from the hazy street lights
and suicidal moths with death wishes
ending it all,
in brilliant flashes
that charge the evening with the scent
of complete bitterness
The police station lies dormant
while nearby some derelict
comes face to face with his chemical dependency
as the world rushes into streaks
he starts to freak,
chasing demons down the street...
mathiasthom
written 7/29/11
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