Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Weekly Poem

A homeless close to home.

On a day dark and rainy conditions are so that you can see opposing traffic lights well.

Stuck in yet puncturing an unoccupied life raft to get on with it.

Likely in a moving environment wind in charge snow moving across water being blown off top of waves.

An inexplicable Eskimo winter tracks in the snow again- denial no shoveling needed.

Why can't I buy just 2 spuds!

Get away from the gathering the headache moves off.

Napping with the luxury to wake in stages.

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