The hurdy-gurdy man’s monkey
snatched your only dollar
and you clapped
then turned on Thomas Avenue,
and scaled the front steps of
the brownstone.
Your lonely third floor silhouette
pouring a *** of tea
in one cup.
Lamp darkened like a stranger’s hope—
corroded fire escape
leading up.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
The hurdy-gurdy man’s monkey
snatched your only dollar
and you clapped
then turned on Thomas Avenue,
and scaled the front steps of
the brownstone.
Your lonely third floor silhouette
pouring a *** of tea
in one cup.
Lamp darkened like a stranger’s hope—
corroded fire escape
leading up.
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