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.

Comments:
I think I just teared up a little.
 
Hobo violence does have that effect on 14.3% of the population.
 
Hobo? Isn't the PC term "Residence Impaired"?
 
Residence Impaired is not symmetric and would have fucked up the whole poem.

Wino is debatable.
 
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.
 
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.
 
I just read them all and liked them very much.
 
Am I the only one who finds it hilarious that a home loan spammer chose this post to invade?
 
Ironical.

Good stuff.
 
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