8/14/18 11:21PM
there are times when i turn into a dirty hippie
with rotted shoes
spine like a longbow
scraggly hair and beard
i would just walk in the woods and feel the critters scatter away
then they’d all come groveling back for my blood
and the bare-dwelling dirty hippie fuck would sit and look at the stars
losing blood
and toxic shrouds
like it was coming into style
and then I left
exuded all of the bitter heat and ferrous smoke
that my chest held in
my skull opened up, I watched the residents of allegheny county
make soup out of the mush
now i’m just a can of man
but clean nonetheless
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Author:
Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2018 22:29
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Comments2
I love this because you do not tell with your writing, you show. I admire that kind of imagery. Great write!
thank you very much clark!
Wow....... another one that caught me. I think Iove your writing.
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