The crusher of the rocks of chalk..
The endgame of the start
The five and dime commit the crime
The hawkers watch the block
Up a step...a clearer view
The posted see the most
As hustlers bait...and switch the cup
The corner sez..wat's up?
Down a step...or two or three
Platforms...mini's...skinnies.. be
Skinny from the steps above
Hi there sugar...don't mean love
Daddy feeds the hunger...
Paid by John the steed
Shackles... seen by none but they
Only women bleed
And so... lives on...the weed
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: April 20th, 2026 19:21
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Comments1
Fanciful and light it has a nursery rhyme flow that carries it onward to the surreal leaving so much open for interpretation. Lovely
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