lions of the night
roaring down the highway of lovely forgotten green early morning
the night lions that people ignore and turn in comfortable
nope, have to wake up healthy and alive
but it is at night that the soul screams
and yanks at heaven for the answer
tell me what I am supposed to do, Lord
just don't let me fall asleep without knowing
or worse
caring
you know me
I'd much rather drink, and ache, and blabber, and toil through the night
listening
than go to sleep
happy with myself
this night is no different from the others
it has its lions and its demons and its angels
and I never would have known that
had I gone to bed at a decent hour
like the rest
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