Old Man

. An empty man lives alone Sipping from his can of beer The impotence of his years His memory forgot, all but how he got lost In the wood and shadows of taverns: The thundering music, The mangled voices of drunken crowds, The maze of colored lights, Him seeking in mirrors his own fractured image as he danced, The false elastic conversations with rabid strangers, The smoke flooded rooms, The hot flux of drunken visions, And the terrible insanity of sexual desires.