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
No comments:
Post a Comment