Conversation with the night

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Conversation with the night

Middle age in sleeveless black, beneath the quartered moon.
tattooed shoulders bracing a bent back, shuffling in air jordans.
Bad hair, dirty and unshaven his voice rises in slurred passion. Gesticulating to an unseen companion, deep in conversation with the night.
What goes on behind the bleary eyes, in a mind poisoned?
He dissappeared into the shadows , My questions linger...

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To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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