Tuesday, May 31, 2011

poem of the day 05.31.11

on the corner

two middle aged
italians stand
like relics
in gold chains
and sunglasses

looking for their lost glory
in a hail
of cigarette smoke

when i pass them
they puff out their chests
and grab their nuts

i cross the street
walk another block
before looking back
to wave
at the two italian gents
still glaring at me

they look so tough
on a late monday morning
like one of them
put a horse’s head
in someone’s bed

or there was a
sylvester stallone marathon
on television last night.

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