He is dead drunk ..makes no difference in a few minutes a dog will come raise his leg pee on him and move away ...this is life on a slow track elitist call it street photography , others call it street art
from the shadows of despair
a mangy leprous dog will creep
lifting up his scrawny leg
will pee on his dreamy sleep
at home his wife and children weep
a path of life too steep
today was salary day
at the bootleggers joint
all his money
lost in a sweep
man from the womb
to the tomb
into dog shit
neck deep
hardly looks
before he leaps
his soul into
the gutter seeps
to glenn and angel
Friday, August 7, 2009
Pedestrian Poetry of Despair
