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seen at corner - polk and larkin
By
KC Wilder
seen at corner polk and larkin
morning light spanks beat up hotel
wondrous landmarks of yore now dilapidated
sun deflects off fire escapes unequivocally
this morning looks wasted on the curb
the dancehalls unannounced
as pedestrians come around they leer
holding up misgivings
sprawling windswept boulevards
stained by last nights blowing paper bags and beer
lupine village idiots interject nonchalance
wheedling dimes and nickels from the darkness of their pants
languidly wandering private zones
the wicked and the wise
copernicus and al capone simpering into nanophones
crinkly walking corpses on market street parade
bluffers, hacks, nincompoops
the worst are never through
waiting for a welcoming bus that does not run
Copyright © 2005 KC Wilder
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