Blind at Midnight
Sometimes I think it's blind
leading the blind around this worn-out
joint we all frequent like emotional
drunks—just one more fix
and then we'll quit.
There's the mumbling old man
in the corner with his shaking glass and
pale plaid coat who might yet make
sense and perhaps even speak
like the prophet we're all seeking
but don't believe in, not enough.
One of these days I'm going
to open my eyes, try to see who's
driving this train run amok. Until then,
take my cold hand, love,
lend me your warmth.
We'll stumble, still sightless,
into the dark. It's time for our midnight
dance in these hinterlands where
we've staked our claim,
still anxious to live.
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