Happiness didn’t intrude on him too much
so instead he took to filling himself with booze,
which zinged his mind, sent him dancing
(after a fashion) home most nights.
He became known for dancing,
which was not to his advantage; it was a style
of dancing that people considered unseemly,
so they left him to himself, to dance himself home.
Made him very angry with everyone, he took to arguing
with himself, but in his isolation, he lost his volume
control, found himself kicked out of the bars onto the streets;
the streets where the traffic passes in an unending blur.
There seemed no reason not to argue with a blur; he did
continually, eventually becoming physical,
but the traffic didn’t stop
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