The shivering silhouette of a hand in the night:
No light but the embers of a quivering cigarette.
So cold despite the solid coat; clenched tightly,
The right fist in the pocket and partly regretful
Not to gorge on the sordid warmth: brightly lit
The stifling, horrid feast promises forgetfulness.
In the darkness and the wind, slight yet unremitting:
Apollonian thoughts. Inside, the Dionysian marionettes;
Outside, proud jumping jack stands hamstrung and contrite.