Pete's poems from the night.

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A cab ride to hell.

Leaning upon a street light
Enveloped by a chill mist
Filling my lungs with glass
Inhaling upon a cigarette.

I stub out the butt
Wrapping my coat tight
As I strain to see movement
From my island of light.

Headlights pierce this fog
That clings and numbs
A will to see beyond
Encircling problems.

The lights draw alongside
An empty taxi idles patiently
Purring with a satisfaction
Of collecting my identity.

The door closes as I sit
Staring at the driver's pass
My own face appears
To take me on a final path.

A high price for a ride
To where who can tell
The fare for taking
A cab ride to hell.