A moment of clarity

A moment of clarity

In the bar

heads tilt backwards,

Skulls grinning laughter

at worn out jokes,

Relaxing, my face

fits back its mask,

This is a special

way of being alone;

All you need is a

crowd,

What lies beyond,

this worn routine?

Elevation to glory; maybe,

more likely being

Absorbed into something

unknown,

Better not to ask,

to step

Smartly back from

the line,

Fit into the work

shaped groove,

Spend evenings hunting

vainly after words,

Now then old friend,

tell me again

The one about….

January 2015.