6am
and joe, the neighbourhood drunkard, gets up
leaves his wife
shuffles down the street
he looks like moses
only more dishevelled and a little less crazy.
he dumps his empties into my bin
and says 'thank you' to a vacant street
in bed, I awaken once more
to the unmistakable clink of joe's bottles
and I say 'thank you'
to the bedroom ceiling
and for failing
to get out of bed in time
to give joe
a clip on the chin.
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