got caught & he shall be shot
aloof and detached
-as the surreal quality
of his dictates-
sitting demurely on his haunches
the sore muscles the badly vascularized,
and caged his build
under the it's-a-ripe-lime-green umbrella
for at this time of day
there isn't any bus shelter left-
and panhandling for
some lashing rain
to wash down and away
the hopeless longing
his beard is streaked with.
even the early morning ventilator tubes
could sympathise with
this. but all they do
is to snigger.
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