28
Apr
09

Ambien

Fighting his nature,
He stands at the end of the bed.
The woman is beautiful- peacefully sleeping;
He likes watching her.
But Nature will have her way.
Throwing back his head, the rooster crows.
The woman stirs but does not wake.
Kicking over a bottle of pills,
He jumps onto the fire escape,
Flapping awkwardly to the ground, he
Walks the dark wet streets of the city
Alone.

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