I went for a walk.
it was just passed midnight.
summer has arrived here, in this part of the world.
but this night was cool and the city calm.
I went into a pub and ordered a scotch and milk.
I read an old Pennysaver.
I tried to smile my way into a pretty brunette.
but she stuck to her white wine.
she had big brown eyes.
I wondered what she was about.
same as the rest of them, probably.
crazy and starving for real love.
I left and took the long way home.
along the river.
I stole a bottle of beer from the common grocer.
I meant to drink it on the stoop and get some writing done.
but I fumbled it and shattered it on concrete steps.
karma doesn't exist.
I opened up my hands.
then the rain came blowing back against windows.