Prowl

Moon is on it dead and full,
Blinking at me wide and smiling,
Calling out the dog bull,
I think its lying,
About the time again,
It can’t be time to roam,
That street smell of asphalt,
Licking the heals of pain,
Sweet like acid rain,
The gutter is deep,
Drops roll to the sea,
The streets are hard,
Not for the weak,
What feeling I find here,
Hanging with the insane,
What emotion will I bring here?
Drinking to numb the brain,
The moon is full,
I’m dead on high,
Drinking to numb the pain,
Once again in the rain,
The bull dog roams,
I think its lying again,
Licking the heels of pain,
On the streets again,
Home away from home………..
FenniganT 11.1.10