R.M. Engelhardt

Two Derelicts

Two derelicts spent their last dollar
On the bottle

Ripple to beckon the night

In the city
They are waltzing
Down on Madison

Laughing with drunken obscenities
Leaning against walls
Leaning against each other as
If trying not to fall
From the light
Of God.

Together, they howl at the moon wildly

It is the sound
Of lost souls
In a wilderness


R.M. EngelhardtR.M. Engelhardt is a veteran poet-writer currently living in upstate NY whose work over the years has been published in such journals and magazines as  Poetic Diversity, Rusty Truck, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, 2nd Ave Poetry, and many others.

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