A smart-mouthed bad crazy-drunk
Forgotten night of manic adventure
Black-eyed slurred self-pity
Another slug of ‘no surrender’
The door opened by the bottle
Ushers safety within its cage
Discard the day of tired dreams
Darkness enlightens the stage
The truest friend ever found
Til the comfort became a curse
A body weighted in dilemma
On a mission to submerse
Down, down under the table
Joined by the rats and the finks
Afraid of love, the amber’s pull
Further into the ether sinks
Another sniff to calm the edges
Eyes hidden from the light
Til Jesus was doing cartwheels
Across the lawn one night…
Submitted to AllPoetry.com competition of Walter Mosley’s Easy Rawlins quotes. Quote as prompt (and paraphrased):“Jesus was doing cartwheels across the lawn in the porch light.”
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