Disheveled near the entry to the alley
The stench keeping him on the fringe
Or he would delve straight in
The nightmare of the morning
Grinning up at him rawly
He wanted it out of his mind
Time unnecessarily unkind
store bought people
announced their disapproval
amelioration of hostility
Like a destructive worm in the gut
He hobbled to the gutter picked up a half smoked
Cracked lips rolled around it lungs inflate
Phospherous sparked
An ember distributed smoke
Shop clerks all gestured vomitting as if in trance
He took off upon an irregular dance
haunting their uneventful days
with a certain homeless grace
Cut ties with the devil his friendship ruptured
He himself the laughing quarter tar blackened
So the devil might just claim he discarded him first
If it were not for the dance and the grin
That wicked jealousy cut devil from within
None so sensitive to rejection as him
As if his new girl had skipped town
to exact a crack in infernal crown
Him the very butt he was smoking
The butt of certain mocking jokes
The dressed up somatic assembly
had somehow concocted
Hell had lost it´s paperwork
As he seemed to collapse standing
eclipsing the shadows of the street signs
stray animals losing their minds
His senses will take a few more months to return
Like lost children to a broken home half burned
A loophole in the contract of existance
Still ambling covetous hand grasped a napkin
A spectrum of feelings and thoughts
All stained with pavement filth
That no single napkin may launder
In small letters between the finger stains
was his vengence written in his own pain
Causing the sun to fall faster over the horizon
And the motors of darkness to rev
Skeleton of a man dusk dripping from his cries on
deaf bustling traffic never to give
ears to vagrant
eternal or not
Or he would delve straight in
The nightmare of the morning
Grinning up at him rawly
He wanted it out of his mind
Time unnecessarily unkind
store bought people
announced their disapproval
amelioration of hostility
Like a destructive worm in the gut
He hobbled to the gutter picked up a half smoked
Cracked lips rolled around it lungs inflate
Phospherous sparked
An ember distributed smoke
Shop clerks all gestured vomitting as if in trance
He took off upon an irregular dance
haunting their uneventful days
with a certain homeless grace
Cut ties with the devil his friendship ruptured
He himself the laughing quarter tar blackened
So the devil might just claim he discarded him first
If it were not for the dance and the grin
That wicked jealousy cut devil from within
None so sensitive to rejection as him
As if his new girl had skipped town
to exact a crack in infernal crown
Him the very butt he was smoking
The butt of certain mocking jokes
The dressed up somatic assembly
had somehow concocted
Hell had lost it´s paperwork
As he seemed to collapse standing
eclipsing the shadows of the street signs
stray animals losing their minds
His senses will take a few more months to return
Like lost children to a broken home half burned
A loophole in the contract of existance
Still ambling covetous hand grasped a napkin
A spectrum of feelings and thoughts
All stained with pavement filth
That no single napkin may launder
In small letters between the finger stains
was his vengence written in his own pain
Causing the sun to fall faster over the horizon
And the motors of darkness to rev
Skeleton of a man dusk dripping from his cries on
deaf bustling traffic never to give
ears to vagrant
eternal or not
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