unconnected utterances
the other day,i saw a limping man
walking by the side of the road
out by the highway,
carrying a cane
in his right hand
i like to observe
the graffiti
on the walls of the buildings
in the art district
of the run down town
blues and pinks,
colliding
in incomprehensible
written messages
starving artists
bleed
on dirty sidewalks,
and bottles
of half drank liquor
spill
from cold, dead hands
12/14/14
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2014-12-20 at 04:05
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