The night has ridden me hungry
for another image
breaking away from the shadow
of enormous
cold, hard feeling
but who am I to break bread in the dark

Another beer won’t tell the whole story
how to walk thru hell
like it is your idea
how to stand in the line of fire
like it is your turn to dance with heat
because we all know it is only survival

Tonight I’m at peace with the world
my lucky pen I used to gun down dreams with
snapped in the corner of my smart ass grin
the ink finally dried on my favorite poem
none of the artists are calling
on the hour with plans of revolutionary thought

I need a cigarette
because this breath tastes too good
and I don’t feel the pain of an idea.