Sunday, November 1, 2015

the hobo stays out all night

the hobo stays out all night 
where bugs bite by the dyke
pastime alights without a fight 
too fatigued to go on home
green-tiled urn mortuary's
gleaming gold gilted sign
loses its luster
as the western sun slip under the smog blanket
pylons piling on electrical smells
through peak viewing hours into the night
sleepless hobo tossed until dawn
running cross the plate
dressed in an old ragged uniform
from out of the night 
and no more accounts to settle

10-31-15





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