the spectre

 
Jim Corrigan stepped out into the rain
Finished with his drinks feeling no pain
He continud in a stagger
Hugging the gutter
Throwing his arms around a random loner
"Get off me Man!!!"
The stranger yelled
Corrigan smiled he could tell
this guy had a short fuse too
Likened stride
He left-stepped
(Cars to that side)
Slipping his way on down
To this alleyway ( middle o town)
Stopping to heave
Regurgitated bourbon
Alley ground brown
Dropping his wallet
Tumbled and open   (The wallet and him)
He laid on his side
Streams assault filling his beard
His family denied
Pocket of pics
His wife his kids
Sprawled open
Slapping the stained face
sobbing in gritty ground down grimace
The rocks beat his cheeks
Ahhhh so sad these black  back side streets
The lumox
He rolls to his stomach
Pushes well worked hands upon the land
(In Feeble attempts to stand)
In the rise drying his eyes
He produces his flask
Of that...he always commands
Sucking lowly gnarly with sigh
Fetchs his leather folding together
Carrys on wayward without sons
Lipping his teeth enter o donnell st.
"Died right here!!!"
"My babies n Dear!!!"
Still a chunk missing
Of brick from the mission
Where the car ran into them
Corrigan culled all his restraint
Said his prayer ignoring the rain
To the apartment ( he headed for dry)
Stumbling fumbling slipping the stair
Throws open the door stepping inside
"A proper stiff drink is what me thinx"
Preparing himself a real neat martini
His windows were washed
so could view the filth outside
Apparently his sister had come by
" hmph! Needless" he scowled
Though this made her proud
Sinking into the chair
Blinking stinking drinking thinking
the body etched into the chair
Setting there in austere to his face came a glare
Warming loving enfolding tugging
He saw his wifes hands,"sam!?"I...I don't understand"
"Come home jim the boys are waiting"
Corrigan grins suddenly feeling prim within
stepping to the light wife by his side
Sudden happiness perfect and right

His sister found him the next day
"He looked happy" was all she'd say
They ruled it alcohol poisoning
Since that's what he spent all day doing
But in the vision of jims prism...to him
He was just finally able to go back home
No more roam no more lone
The light in his life was the breath of his death
"Vivere"