Sleep’s Over

The winter will not relent.

I challenge it to box
in the sliver
of my one good eye.

There are some that say
Broadway
is too civil a place
for such things.

But there are mad spirits here
and you can grab hold of them
anytime

if you are
drunk
or
desperate
enough.

 

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