He Craves The Night Poem by Marcia Schechinger

He craves the night
bottled beer
broken radios
silence

Pulled shades
closed windows
locked doors
for defiance

A crucifix once hung
on the oranging wall
and he glanced at
the T-shaped grey residued area

Sometimes the quiet
overwhelmed him
and he wished
for an old can of RC cola

Maybe Ma and Pa
church and work
gentle hands
stroking his hair

But he took the corner
too fast
drunk with luggage
in head
Now all he hears is screaming

He craves the night
bottled beer
broken radios
silence