Eerie, Beery Night

After one too many beers, in the wee hours of the night, I whizzed around town in my motorbike, feeling light; I zoomed into a dark side street and who or what did I meet but potholes, like drunk hobos, recklessly crossing the street! I ran over some of them, they fought back and muddied me, made me swerve and splash into murky puddles I couldn't see. I stopped to catch my breath on the black deserted highway by my bike, the only one that stood by me, I should say; but nastier than potholes, the asphalt was a different case, it leaped and stood bolt upright and slammed hard against my face; In a split-second eternity, I swam the eerie border of the real and the unreal, this beery night to remember !