the guy on the walk,
beside the road
stopped to gawk,
spoke to goad
every car that
drove by, every
person walking
past, as he spoke
they moved fast-
er to get past.
Or be caught
up in the fracas
with the man with
baggy pants, spoke
to fire hydrants,
and spoke to the
telephone poles,
in a language they
had never heard,
but now my house
is silent and closing
in it is time to go out
in to the chaos of
the city streets
a fracas needs to
move his feet, and
feed his hunger
a blood thirsty disease
dietary fracas one
encounter at a time
three times daily
taken with water or rain.
Beware of the clown who
has not a painted face.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
the guy on the walk,
beside the road
stopped to gawk,
spoke to goad
every car that
drove by, every
person walking
past, as he spoke
they moved fast-
er to get past.
Or be caught
up in the fracas
with the man with
baggy pants, spoke
to fire hydrants,
and spoke to the
telephone poles,
in a language they
had never heard,
but now my house
is silent and closing
in it is time to go out
in to the chaos of
the city streets
a fracas needs to
move his feet, and
feed his hunger
a blood thirsty disease
dietary fracas one
encounter at a time
three times daily
taken with water or rain.
Beware of the clown who
has not a painted face.
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