Limping along the dusty road Shivering beneath the cold night sky Frankie wandered about the dark Searching for a bite to buy
Hours ago he fell for a nap Broken by the weight of the day “Two hours and no more” He closed his eyes but midnight clocked
The blaring of music from room next door The screeching of a child denied whatever Pierced through his body and woke him But none more than the riot in the belly
And now he limped back to his abode Bearing buns and scratch phone cards In the lonely scary night he says “I shall write about this if I live”