Phenomena
Sleep kept
the city around me
as I pierced the darkness
with feet and senses,
Trying to lose my soul
down any old manhole.
He
appeared before me,
wild-haired, wilder-eyed,
ragged, tattered,
mud-spattered,
ravaged
And scary.
I am chary
Of sharing the street
with people I meet,
and turned around
to run —
But he ran me down
with gibbering sounds
From foam-flecked lips.
He gave me the creeps
till he advised me
to “Kill Five”
(my lucky number
for diverse reasons).
Then I saw he was a friend
and linked arms with him:
we were two of a kind,
of one mind.
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