No more Toxic Village

Friday, September 01, 2006

his pants are ripped so
they are no longer pants
rags with pockets and belt loops

he doesn't ask me if i can spare some change

outside the sidewalk is painted concrete
all neon lines and words
i can't make out
the code is there but is
unbreakable

i have coffee and it spills
on my hand
brown river mark drop
startles me awake

1 Comments:

At 9:43 AM, Blogger Jenn said...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MARTHA IS BEING SPAMMED BECAUSE OF HER BEAUTIFUL WRITING!!!

I did the same thing with my coffee mug this morning on the way back from the farmer's market.

 

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