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hobo

 
toilet paper dreams
I write them down then flush them
the road is paved with regrets--

artists obscure and odd
driven by a passion knowing it won't pay
copper pennies exchanged for a lifetime--

scouring the skies for that one poem
city streets and faces of bums
all to tell a story
we each have one to tell

it's in the grit of it
the blood, teeth, and nails of a thing
clawing its way out into the world
it refuses to be an aborted thought--

born it blinks open its eyes
alive it takes breath and form
it's all in the balls of a poem

does it stand on its own?

when it does then you know
you know it in your gut
you really have something special

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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