Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Poem Posted at the 14th Street 'L' Station



     A sky
like an enormous
Friedrich Nietzsche-looking
manhole cover
tries to explain your mind
to you.


You stand on the street,
     holding an ineffective umbrella
over your head like a regurgitated
question mark,

      missing the good ol' glory days
of depression


when all the sky
ever did
was rain on you.


by Homeless

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