A great swath of darkness dogs my every step
tells me things
whispers
howls
occasionally
same story
jaws-deep in a goddamn bottle
I swear there's a good woman in one of these things...
that lady in the bottom of the bottle
the idealized omnipotence
etherial femininity
the oldest cliche amongst
the dispossesed
Washout strays stricken with mange
pus-eyed, hungry gazes tear open the
taqueria scraps by the dumpster
and they lick their wounds
as all of us compromise who we are
as we are beaten and beaten and
ridiculed and
when all the lustre has left our skin
and the light leaves the eyes
we finally become the proud guardsmen
of our father's sins
We are chained to this world
to each other
It's all one big Sisyphus orgy
fuckin cocaine in the briefcase
and the moneys on the bed
but it's always a setup
Always gotta take it all off
the layers we wore to stave off frostbite are long gone
now your johnnies
now your innocence
the howls are never much for euphemisms
rows of inmates
or the dentist?
overcrowded day rooms
or a publichouse?
a plague tent or
a football stadium?
Life....or
life?
The Night Watch 