Ramble...

Desolation angels float on through the night
Gaze through ancient time pieces into the twilight
They give it and go, break down, feel right and slow
Focused on primal realities that are always calling
Shade down the characters on the pathway to excess
Wrapped up in trench coats of delight
Go down to the 4 o’clock saloon
Wrapped up in old fashioned existential doom
Teeming with the aged partners of the galley
Weeding through the decrepit scum of the pissed soaked alleys
Cut up through Marine Park, through the forest of the marina
Downtown backend parking lot,
Swing around the gateway and deliver me a shot
Six down, walk through the waiting room, up three steps
Water ricochets in the bucket from the ceiling
Lean down on the sticky palette, order it up
Cheers to almost forgotten rituals and institutions
One back,
Two down,
Three swallowed,
Four imbibed,
Five digested,
Six consumed,
Seven wasted.
11 o’clock hits like refreshment, hordes rush in
Welcome back to October
We’re appropriating the games were playing
Flowing into the background of the girls vigorously swaying
Splashed her down onto the bar
Shirt pulled back
Brimmed belly buttons of Jack
Neophytes stare,
Old-timers glare,
But we’re there