{dark night.}

perched on the window ledge
at night i am the antihero
to the drunks on streets below
because i too am a drunk
and wish not to be
life's ridiculous lot
always an option.

but i am mysteries within!
only God knows
to unearth,
guided by cold spiral coils
of an electric stove,
metal emergency fire escapes,
and the rattling steal radiator.
tonight i am lonely.

there is no one in the world to call.
memorizing at old photographs
and typing aimless postcards
my heart burns a bleak red
the wilderness is painful

this vacancy unending
but leave me be
the world offers stale bread
to a mouth already dry

are we not children always
and beautiful?