Slartibartfast at Tiffany's

and i said i don't want
breaksfast epiphanies,
not in the company of
this cold comfort of snot-nosed
coffee house aficionados

so i just pass out into rain
drenched streets, past the junkies,
passed out from boredom and indigestion,
preparing to arise sir night-turned-into
unwelcome morning, sleeping under
drab shabby awning,
sadly mourning the passing away
of darkness - redemptive motherly
darkness - awaited and longed for in
nightmarish daydreams and
forgotten in the fitful sleep of
the dead drunk

no dt's for me thankyouplease;
alkies anon would have nothing
of that sort
what sort?
your sort
(my sort)

so i guess it's back to
early morning epiphanies for
me and my wino family,
which we superciliously ignore
while wolfing down scraps of
half-eaten dinners kindly tossed
into the rubbish tip in the wee hours
for our much needed
pseudo-intellectual nourishment

(minos - august 2007)