he lay under the streetlamp

he lay under the streetlamp
under blucrircles yellow
like some van gogh
staggering like a tramp
in a smartdisheveled suit
inebriated in the dark of night
running from his shadow..
.....then stopping to fight
until the sun slowly paints
away the shadow..and the dark
and more and more...
...... brightens and burns
his face in shame...
as the beadle passes by
.....hammer in hand
scarf around neck
..uncomfortably tight

He hadn't realized it was
already....time
for that matter...he hadnt
realized anything

He knew he had to
....get back
but where was he???



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