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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cold nights and tree lights taught him to forget home. He’s mellow tonight though, no telling what goes unknown. He packs light and steps heavy and taps his fading flashlight and I bet he’s a lefty. Duracell down spiral connects with flesh on even time, a metronome of alkaline. Ill forever remember this snowless December and he’ll certainly forget me. Still I sway with the music still he keeps it rock steady. As he rolls down my street and through the night (like I roll through my week) All that exists is the moon, that man… and me. Ain’t it somethin’, what life brings when you start listenin’ to the quiet things? Plastic sacks like gift-wrap, thrice reused, revalued glass Rides passenger beside wrinkled paper grocery bags Holding sugar coated soda cans, Hanging from the rubber handle and his hands were full of gravel. They grow more fragile as he travels. And this overanalyzed poet’s delight Does just that just as the moon tells of midnight. The crude acoustic music moved right through the tulips, ricocheted off red bricks, treble clefs start riots. It jukes a tune, almost a salute, not unlike the Lousiana blues, up your spine it always winds up finding the light that burns inside, even from somewhere deep in the bayou at suppertime. A profound lyric, when you hear it slides the skin from your bones and you fall to the dirt, like ivory stones. He's hard to get a good look at, and feared like a black alley cat; his con-man disappearing act is long like the years you cant get back. The words that i don’t hear his lips say are shouted aloud by his ribcage. The nickels he bent over backwarrds fo never got easy to take. This slow going rolling stone grew old with his folded up road map the only thing that he had when the rain was too bad. This landed him on a fortunate sweet spot, an unfound tin can jackpot in the same spot you hadnt yet thought, the start of the last stop of the things we bought and dinners we got. His belly goes empty when everything rots.
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