Monday, October 8, 2012

poem of the day 10.08.12

shit happens

i see the jazzman
at the corner of 4th avenue

he’s doing a strange dance
slamming his boot into a puddle of water

then doing this kind of
bird walk back and forth

he’s wearing his postman’s outfit
so he’s probably not drunk yet

when i cross the street
the jazzman looks at me
without a trace of remembrance and says

man, i stepped in shit

i think how
i haven’t seen him since
they closed the bar down

and sent all of us flies searching
for another pile of shit


….at least the jazzman found his.


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