He craves the night
bottled beer
broken radios
silence
Pulled shades
closed windows
locked doors
for defiance
A crucifix once hung
on the oranging wall
and he glanced at
the T-shaped grey residued area
Sometimes the quiet
overwhelmed him
and he wished
for an old can of RC cola
Maybe Ma and Pa
church and work
gentle hands
stroking his hair
But he took the corner
too fast
drunk with luggage
in head
Now all he hears is screaming
He craves the night
bottled beer
broken radios
silence
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