Down And Out
I twist, I shout out
how I'm trapped inside myself,
inside my old rags
and the dumpsters where
I find things to eat, twisted
up so my life is
swallowed down with half
eaten sandwiches smeared with
fry grease and left to
curdle in my soul.
September 4, 2010 10:18 AM
Soul's broken
ReplyDeleteTwisted knuckles
Split skin a token
Surface manifest destiny
the last car gone by
Through cold distaste
Threw a coin, and a corner
Of something, yesterday
To you lunch was blah
Today leftover blah
leaves me in awe
What do you think
Half eaten scraps a feast
Never mind me
Got a shining. Coin
And some old food
Cracked tips broken soul's
Destiny manifest deep wonders aside
Ill eat slow trick my mind
It'll fill my inside