Pedestrian Crossing

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Hobo Symmetry

I wake
and sneeze.
I shake
from avarice and from fleas.

I walk
and talk a little.
I stalk
cold drinks and peanut brittle.

I hop
a train.
I stop
I'm slain.
Some prick,
from behind,
took a stick -
now I'm blind.

I fall
to my knees and my mettle.
I fight
(and bite a little).
I kill
(and die a little).

I weep
through black blood-soaked eyes; I scream.
I sleep
and dream.

posted by Stellar # 11:58 AM

Comments:

I think I just teared up a little.

# posted by

fakies : 8:01 AM

Hobo violence does have that effect on 14.3% of the population.

# posted by

Stellar : 8:08 AM

Hobo? Isn't the PC term "Residence Impaired"?

# posted by

NYPinTA : 10:47 AM

Residence Impaired is not symmetric and would have fucked up the whole poem.

Wino is debatable.

# posted by

Stellar : 11:27 AM

Except that it implies alcoholism. Not all hobos are winos you know. Hoboist!

BTW- hobo violence be damned, it's a good (and "symmetrical") poem.

# posted by

NYPinTA : 1:04 PM

All I know about Hobos is that they never take the metal lid completely off of the can of beans. You'd think that would get in the way.

# posted by

Stellar : 1:22 PM

I just read them all and liked them very much.

# posted by

mr. schprock : 4:38 AM

Am I the only one who finds it hilarious that a home loan spammer chose this post to invade?

# posted by

fakies : 1:53 PM

Ironical.

Good stuff.

# posted by

Stellar : 11:05 AM

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Hobo Symmetry

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