Donal Mahoney

Midnight Anthem - Poem by Donal Mahoney


Sunday evening. Drunk
and strolling home.

Roscoe's on his way,
block by block,

whistling as he goes
despite the lurching.

Weekend's gone,
Monday's turning.

Along the way
his fingers find

parking meter posts
are an endless xylophone

that only he can play
for all the world to hear

the midnight anthem
of a life misspent.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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