I thought of a man today
That writes cardboard poems
Under half-lit street lights

Flattens Lincolns on the railroad tracks
Graced with particleboard mornings
Tosses them in copper bowls brimming brightly

Take one leave one take one leave yourself
Some day you’ll find you
He grins like a fox

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Everyone thinks he might be a tip to lunacy
But it’s just a grand ragged show with no frills barred
The circus in his head badly played out with a touch of brilliance

Glint in his eyes speaks louder then the jaunty bramble his tongue leaks
Haunting cobblestone corners, seashell filled shadows
Hollow footfall scatters the pavement people blindly following busy lives  

Will never see what’s hidden under upturned chins

Meanings misplaced slipping from fingers with no idea what’s being lost
Fantastic like the soft clink of a penny hitting the sidewalk face up