Expedient Escapades Poem by DM W

You're all the comfort that I need,
(For the time being at least)
As I turn towards the deep suburban gloom,
As I rail against the dying of the light;
As I gently weep beneath a ghostly moon;
As I piece together these fragments of grace;
As I cease deciphering bright visions of prophecy;
As I try to redeem my tortured style;
As I pluck a tune from this time of discord;
As I roll the dice and pray to Lady Luck;
As I invent new jokes for the prisoners of boredom;
As I turn to face you in the crepuscular realms.