Sunday, August 28, 2011

Letters on Cardboard












A life without a face
without a home
outside at night
Can taste cruel desperation
any any time

Early Monday morning
some caught absent
from their church
just yesterday

Dream of nonsense
step on someone
and their cardboard sign

1 comment:

  1. Thank you, Patrick. I like your poetry which is saying that when I read it I don't have to puzzle out what you are saying because it resonates with me... it gives me something to think about, visualize, and feel... To me, that is the best kind of poetry... It touches us in our hearts.

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