a beggar on the street
is denied so many times
he forgets the taste of food
but remembers
that it was perfect
just like his rat-a-tat-tattered
uniform of mediocrity
they said put it on
but who can refuse
Author notes
This is first in a series of five stream of consciousness poems that I wrote over the course of less than 12 hours.
Written March 4th, 2006
What did you think
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suddenly
this makes sense. wow, what time does to perspective. -
I like this one a lot.. I REMEMBER when you first showed it to me... caps were mistake.

