Who are these unfortunates?
What has Midnight done...

Nervous as a virgin
on her wedding night...

Alone I sat on the hard wood pew,
back row and out of notice...

Taught and drawn
across a drum...

Destinations have a start
a place called the beginning...

The night dragged on without event
my pulse raced nonetheless...

Sleeping in my car
temperatures so cold...

The dead of night surrounded me
dark infusion flooded in...

Slivers of light cut thru dust clouds
of cement and pain while desperation...

Away he walked into the fog,
the evening chilled my bones...

Craigs List doesnt advertise
a fellow that I need...

From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes...