Lanky Steve was leary in the night
He was impulse, he was carelessness
A shunner of consequence
Dancing the dance of a senseless existence
Hiding when sober and crashing
Exposing himself when high or drunk
He walked the abandoned railway
stumbling not falling
Tripping into the night
Where insane dogs barked and barked
Their echoes fusing into strange music
He was heedless
almost jogging each footfall a scoff
Building into laugh greeting the dog barks
distilling the darkness for a drop of sinister
That would float his hostile mind
Into the capital city
Emotion slowed things down
vehemence sped them up
his tab under the tongue was a joker
The things he thought were completely exposed
were secret
Those things he was sure the world couldn't see
Were obvious
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