Edge

each one brings you a little closer
to the edge
to that grand facade of happiness
to the stench
of the forgotten
hunters line the great highway
to encompass the charade
of beggars and fools
who tend to fade
into the night ritual
you can hear them in the distance
laughing, bellies rolling
to the hurricanes
feet swollen
and the dawn
will bring with it a new entitlement
as the day unfolds
but for now
as the foghorns sting
the sea air
we lie mysteriously
and without a care

-2013