a derelict, a drunk.

Tonight I want to

be a derelict, a drunk.

Too bad it's last call.

Tonight I went out

and was alone in a crowd,

words scattered about.

I met you today.

You didn't falter like most.

This place is empty.

Random encounters

colliding like comets

across the night sky.

Now the crickets sing

as cars pass by beneath the

still of summer skies.

Melodramatic?

Or is it just reaction?

Guess I’ll never know.

Sometimes clothes restrain

and nakedness is needed.

I need to be nude.

I fight with myself.

If this is my enemy,

Then who is my friend?