In different places
In different taverns
We joust with a flurry
And sleep inside ourselves
Wounded, marred
And lifeless;
Until a sudden turn
Of the tides in the
Affairs of men
Ravaged, a torrential
Disparage -
I can hear the sneering
Of the trees uncouth,
I can feel the shaking
Of the streets as I walk
Alone either drunk
Or somnolent.
In different places,
In different places
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