Some may know the patch of sidewalk between the liquor store and drug mart
Is painted red
And I’m wondering why
Tonight it’s so red oh so blood red
Like her lips superimposed against a white dress
and my life..
So in danger as these strange faces pass me
Flagging down a cab who doubt’s I’ll pay
He smells the booze and smoke
Narrows his eyes in the mirror
I fling a twenty and think I’m twenty..
Something
Getting up there..
Can I just exist without existentialism?
Shivering under the blanket of spirituality
Two things I contest may have you confused
As a poet shouldn’t God and Love be a given?
Yet doubt seems to be realist emotion I ever had
A real heart beater
dtr
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