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a pale face
beneath a recycled
stocking cap
no pompom, that's gone
with the colours
of Christmas
begrudging every calorie
burned to move on
find a different door
a new patch of concrete
thief, of the lowest sort,
stealing from the poor
noises from an alley
slapping wetness
voiceless mews
whining in discomfort
submit to tricks
already sold out
to a harsher master
the needle doesn't hurt
not as much as a gut
wrenched tight with need
blank stares easier
on the eyes than tears
feigned unconcern
don't care
it's better that way.
Inspired by Neil Young's lyrics, "Rockin' In The Free World"
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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Verse that instills the emptiness of the subjects' lives. A very moving poem, champagne.
nice job, Champ! life on the street is hard, and you portrayed it so well. Thanks!
very dire poetry~
self destructive realism in a poetic way~
<<<<grin>>>> from the wise one~