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Cigar Aficionado Poems
Voices uncured cracked lips soothed smoothed dunked in sugar carried out. Napkins embroidered kitchens hell is
These are my homless poems
Walking In Your Ghetto
I take a stroll every now and then to stop thinking. Looking at the trash that does have to come from some where.
That time of night when silent stillness blends with death and breath is hard to draw inside. Voices inward draw me as a flame
Two Dads Same Smile
One comming Two knowing office a window is watching street below human in traffic mugs jugs I clean floors all.
it is not amazing it is not grace that now matter how well published you are
Long Fat Cigars
Arrested By Mistake
Clicking cuffs make the world grow small real quick. The car is even smaller except for the smells of the prior occupant.
The Last Drop Of Alcohol
Numb mind to faded pain ingloriously stupefied look purple haze bubbled thought no more pasts.
Saturdays Morning Breakfast
Misty dreary wake eyes over wink ears rummage thought hurries morning grunge fare bus hidden sights
Weevils Wobbeling Waves
They pour forth from trucks and trains falling crawling being pushed. Sunlight days pent up avoiding discovery discovering the stench of unwashed bodies
I enjoy day labor riding in from the country making the american wage. We pull in to the shelter
Homeless on a beach
This beach of color nationality to breath the oils tan. Brazen sun to soon ascends it seals my fate this day is hot
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Voices uncured cracked lips soothed
smoothed dunked in sugar
Napkins embroidered kitchens hell is
thier royal inferno
Whistling a favorite tune
just for a dollar a fist fulls never enough
feet first dragged out.