"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.

                                    03.03.12