demons and saints
Next I see the town drunk shuffling along the side of the road
in his slippers and old coat and it’s 80 degrees out. And
there’s the damn predictable cigarette dangling from his
unshaven face and he’s got on these ridiculous looking yellow
headphones. Obviously, he’s off in his own little world
with its own special demons and saints, clouds and rivers, shadows
and gusts of wind and I think how this could be me.
Michael Estabrook is Marketing Communications Manager by day and a struggling poet by night who began getting his poetry published in the late 1980s. Over the years he has published 15 poetry chapbooks, his most recent entitled When the Muse Speaks. His interests include history, art, music, theatre, opera, and his wife who just happens to be the most beautiful woman he has ever known.