Alchie

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ALCHIE

—–For Henry Chinaski

Murky cobbled alleys
Empty abattoir streets
The skyline burns
With the setting sun
But on I trudge

Oh, who’s to care
Who’s to see
Who’s to want
When you seek sanctuary
By the bottle

The bottles gather
The music plays
The moonlight cry
The ambulance
In the night

But who’s to care
Who’s to see
Who’s to want
Let me drink the world dry
Let the music play till I die
Let them cry let them scream
Let the world die
As I seek sanctuary
By the bottle

Midnight pleasures
To morning pain
People move
On the street
To die alone
In many years
But for I has come
All to soon

Who’s to care
Who’s to see
Who’s to want
When you seek sanctuary
By the bottle

As sunlight hits me
As footsteps pass
I do not rise
I do not stir
Not a breath
Dose breach my lungs
No one know

For who’s to care
Who’s to see
Who’s to want
For I

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