A Bum In the Alley
...I watched him from the corner of my eye,
Inching his way to and fro with a heavy sigh.
Clenching his teeth in a fist curled ‘round a jaw,
Square in the stench of that which we both saw.
For h...
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Categories:
wastebin, addiction, age, character, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Wastebin
...The planet hums with broken things,
Puzzles, birds that cannot sing,
Tearing fabric, tarnished rings,
And I.
And I....
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Categories:
wastebin, depression,
Form: Free verse