alleyway
October 1st 2007 05:49
stench of smoke clings to the skin
hangs on the hair
like a bad habit that cannot be quit
or a scar that will not fade
wallet barren all
but for a dollar
like a coffin of the missing
or a page torn out of the book
blood is rhythmic
in the temples
like an echo
or a caged animal starved
breath is rancid
even and shallow
like a dormant volcano
or an ocean of decayed bodies
space is wide
cold and vacant
like a barrier
or line of defense
Built between them,
The slumbering drunk
And the feral cat, prowling about the trash
hangs on the hair
like a bad habit that cannot be quit
or a scar that will not fade
wallet barren all
but for a dollar
like a coffin of the missing
or a page torn out of the book
blood is rhythmic
in the temples
like an echo
or a caged animal starved
breath is rancid
even and shallow
like a dormant volcano
or an ocean of decayed bodies
space is wide
cold and vacant
like a barrier
or line of defense
Built between them,
The slumbering drunk
And the feral cat, prowling about the trash
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