Michael Grover, 10/12

A Comet In East Toledo

 
Morning, East Toledo streets
Filled with insanity
She fits right in
Mirage in this wasteland
Long sleeves in Summer
Cover tattooed arms
It shows at the hand
Long red hair
Flowing behind her
She looks back as she walks by
Makes sure I was checking out her ass
She smiles & walks on

 

Confessions Of An american Outlaw #221
(Joan Baez Blues #1)

 
Even the Poem must hold a grudge
Words of a folksinger
On a stormy Summer afternoon
The poverty stricken ego
Too broke to leave it’s space
Standing at an ethical crossroads
Walking into the light
Becoming more isolated
This is the way

 

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