Where the Streets Are Full of Pity
...Last night I met an old boxer in an alley of cardboard; he seemed glad to see me,
shouted me over for a fight, I told him ‘Hey mate, I’m not in your league’
‘Young man.’ He said with glint of vic...
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Categories:
discursively, addiction, sad,
Form: Haibun
Cardboard City
...(Where the streets are full of pity)
Last night! I met an old boxer
in an alley of cardboard;
he seemed glad to see me,
shouted me over for a fight!
I told him!
“Hey I’m not in your league”
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Continue reading...
Categories:
discursively, angst, me, morning, old,
Form: Narrative