Thursday, March 3, 2016

"best of" poem of the day 03.03.16

one from four years ago:

slogging through saturday streets

slogging through saturday streets
in march rain

nasal cough harpooning my chest
gray and hobbled on sore ankle

embarrassed amongst the pigeons
and dead rats

i seek refuge in the piss scented bus
open up your book of poems

find my cobwebbed name
mixed amidst your calliope words
and comet memories

thank the heavens for this timely shower.


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