A Night In The Life
by Adam Mason
I awake from the evening before,
My coat still lays stranded.
I pick it up and march from the house.
I'm home after a clensing stroll,
Unknowing of the consequence.
I dress and buckle up my belt again.
As I eat, to recharge my energy,
Morrissey screams at me
From the radio, a thousand 'don'ts'.
Out again and in the same crowds,
Reborn people alight my brow.
I pick my target with wreckless care.
Introduced, seduced, reduced,
A few drinks and its done.
I make our way back to her place.
It's called the bewitching hour
for a recurrant reason.
It appears I've done it again.