A left-alone night

He found people
dead in alleys twice.
One was purple, the other
older than that, a shade yet dark.
Speaking of it he inhaled
then in the early
and stuck out his thumb,
worked the story for the animals.
They were unmoved yet breath
stilled them for their end,
“…like you will be when we all
come to greet each others’ morals.”
He said something about hoodoo,
about the weather that day
but too much a little thing
for us in the party to forget to drink.
He watches us now. Now doors
open from all around,
the music a dulled yet sound,
and families of the stilled
pour in with the rain
and turning proclaim only bastards remain.


~ by Jeremy on April 30, 2010.

One Response to “A left-alone night”

  1. Huh, not good to begin with, might alter with “and turning proclaim, ‘bastards remain.'”

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