Redriver
The clock strikes two.
There is no significance to this
other than this is the present time.
2 AM – awake with the rest of the
vermin of the street. What am I
doing out here, wandering the
streets my eyes trailing vision,
my head slowly following,
No nerve to make this moment
clarity a simple memory.
The street is dirty, littered filthy.
It doesn’t matter—street [...]
