Still standing
and happy to avoid
all sense of contrary happenstance,
he asks

for an eager whisper placed invaluably against
his tilted earpiece

A man of magnified bewilder and thunderous angst
of understanding,
he, who time again shall fill his dilapidated body of broken bone …
with endless bouts
Of copious bottles of dancing alcohol

Thinking, what perchance might the face of the following day bring ?

Perhaps an entirely separate concoction of sadness and survival..

and placed medicinally against
..

That of the strength of

A DANCING GUITAR STRAP

And, all a-whilst.. …
all passersby computer-screen eyes suddenly
became

CONSCIENTIOUSLY ELECTRIFIED.

As they shift and flitter musically amidst
the shape of these iconic streets –

Filled with unauthorised heroes

Steeped in injured needles.