Dark Places Poem by Jake Schaff

When your mind ceases to a crawl and you turn out the lights, your head spins, wandering through dark alleyways full of fools and laughter, crowding your mind with the petulance of the days expense.  Your thoughts bubble up in street side puddles, only then to be diluted by your own trivial pleasantries, and you fantasize of medial fortunes dubiously creeping.  Men gamboling (gambling) with their day's wage, only to return to their keep, blasphemous, and sultry.....