Drunk Trecking

arobot

Drunk Trecking

Deserted street lights

Line the Broadway to heaven

Soft as clouds in the height

Lead to tower of seven

Rails to cross, railings to help

Trees to embrace, to caress

Walls to meet, to digress

What? You receding? Dogs yelp

Why, I am on top of all

As light as dust if I fall

Fall into love, into dust, circling

we are stardust for recycling.

I asked if youd pick me up

If Im down, down and out

You said, No, but Ill take a bag

To carry your dust, to have you scatter

To the sea, or the desert, no matter.

Be it a plastic bag, at the dock

Ill get it round my head, in a deadlock.

 

Last time I trecked there was you

Floating beside me, like an elf

Now, I am quite beside myself

With you,without you, a residue

 

She said shes got no home

But where is she? In this dome?

In the wild I mumble

Over some stone I stumble

Why whispers, sighs, sneers

I’ll have a good laugh

Laugh myself into tears

One heart splitting by half

So cool under this dome

Let me just make it at home

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2020 11:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • AuburnScribbler

    A wonderfully written scene here, have done a fair bit of drunk trekking myself, so I can totally relate, also parts of your poem remind of the work of John Wilmot ("A Ramble in St. James' Park" in particular) which is always a good thing in my book.

    Keep up the good work arobot, and please do take care in the continuing madness.

    Ben.



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