Dawn

Daring moon light, sad somber evening glow
of the stale water shivering in the snow.
My mind wades on the banks, my heart breaks
according to a thousand poems I read and hated.
She gives me the shakes - I got this new twitch -
but so much has changed since we disintegrated.
Sure she left me in this ditch, this dark apartment
dwindling, underpaid and underfed and undersexed.
But I'm a new man Monday morning - all dressed
for success downtown and feeling debonair,
trying not to breathe in the city air or that grumble
of the suited men and woman click clacking intently
passed punks like me who are just stumbling out
for the first time into this brave new world.