the night air is empty
silence ricochets off headlights
and dances down broken city streets
darkness haunts disgruntled alleyways
littered with beer bottles
bent spoons and needles
drunken slurs lash across puddles
left behind by crying clouds and angry skies
no one ever looks at anyone here
myriad eyes focus on shoelaces
stumbling  hands entrenched in pockets
mumbling cries of paranoia heave them forward
each to their own personal abyss
human cries like howling dogs
whimper in the distance
police sirens and lights dot the night
as a half moon rests atop boarded up houses
without a care in the world
soon the sun will rise
as i find my way to much needed slumber
comforted by noises of the city
in which i will die……..