Stinky Steve Poem by jerome moore

Stinky Steve hasn't aged in the past twenty years,
not since i was a boy.
He still reeks of stale beer cigarettes and sadness.
Sometimes he's ferral.
Sometimes he's sheltered.
Most times you just see him walking around town
I walk by steve
KING OF THE BUMS!
Remember when I heard Steve designed a better truck for skateboards?
somebody must have won it in a game of poker.

Steves voice when you pass him is
rabble rabble rabble…


He is seen up in the woods behind the liquor store
with his friends
Willy Nelson
Dicky Bird
singing the best of times
and other old guitar songs
under the smoggy glow of an illegal fire