Friday, August 7, 2009

Pedestrian Poetry of Despair

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

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