Night Trip

by Willi Brown


In that weary night

we drove that wreck

with a junkie's persistence

into the jaws of failure

reserving our hopes and abandoning

all legal forms of identification.

In that weary night

passed among us the mysterious

laughter of shared pain, the

dangerous tools of the new enlightenment 

and cautious words beyond definition and sense,

not some new profound language,

but a spur of the moment jargon

suitable for an occasion

of such dark weary laughing.
		

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