the merciless nights

I have sat with endless thirst before the bars of
the world
looking at those hundreds of bottles
back there
along and below the mirror
while
nursing my draft beer
while
waiting for somebody to spring
for somebody to
set the world on fire
to bring me mad songs
to bring me hell and glory.

I have sat with endless thirst before the bars of
the world
while
listening to small men dropping
dull conversations
upon the helpless minutes of hours
their among
all those unused bottles those unused
lives
as the clock
always 5 minutes fast
yawned at the
bartender.