I dreamed of you again last night
sitting in your rage, old man
drunk and spoiling for a fight
gripping the bottle as if it might
escape the caging of your hand.
I dreamed of you again last night.
I'm fifty seven as I sit and write
these words, remembering how I ran
drunk and spoiling for a fight
away from you Alright., Alright.
I'm running still. Away. Unmanned,
I dreamed of you again at night
Sitting in the bar. Dim light
bathed you in amber, angry, damned
drunk and spoiling for a fight
and in this dream no hope, no flight
was possible. We stood. We stand.
I dreamed of you again tonight
drunk and spoiling for a fight.
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