Don't make fun of this poor soul
sleeping in a metro avenue .
his power is in the derisory .
Chistmas night a bad omen
stole his story .
But today fat Santa is generous !
there's a festive menu
in the mc do karma waste .
The guy found a lipstick-scented cigie butt
and some leftover polish beer .
Life is so beautiful !
The baby's arrival falls on sunday .
Lucky turkey !
A pretty lady gaves our friend
two consolation pennies .
He said thank you and glanced
at her long black -clad legs .
Was it death passing by ,
paying him the price of the crossing ?
He shared a mug with the beverage dispenser .
Tonight's a party, guys !
enjoying ''la surprise du chef''
A french canine take out !
In olden time he had a gentle doggie
with a good loyal look ...
A skin head laid it stiff
with a "Heil Hitler !'' Doc' Martens fashion !
This world is full of rascals
paying your pet by credit ...
Our chap put the box in front of him
waiting for a djin to spring forth !
The old drifter was optimistic
and in a certain way rather mystic ...
In his youth he had seen
'' And for a few dollars more ''
And dreamed of shouting like Clint Eastwood ...
To be the pistolero of the metro !
new year bounty hunter for eve's beautiful eyes ...
Boxing day morning the dispenser waited in vain
with a mug of cooled coffee...
The pretty lady tooking her gray griffon for a walk
The djin asleep in the magic box after forcing on the gin...
The vagabond is no longer out of his dream .
He has found his story and happy !
Flying away on angel's hair way ...
In the deep west the villains swing from a rope
and Clint is ready for the final showdown ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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A poem that I took as a Christmas story of the disadvantage and poor the homeless and discarded. They too have dreams and not far different than any of our own. In this season of giving, I would hope that we reach out to hand to the disadvantage.
Does the box represents the hope of a better reality or is it just a coffin ?
Ah that depends on the interpretation. I saw it rather dark with only a small dying ember in the ash.
A fragile living ember in the ash ...
The imaginary magic of the box allows the hero to keep his faith in a miracle. A touching story of loneliness, alienation and illusions in a cruel reality.
Out of the box or stay there ?
The risk is always there !
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