Poem #3 - “A poor man’s deteriorating rant about his wealth of nothingness as he sobers up”
Monday, July 27th, 2009My roof is beautifully painted with cerveza clouds and star-like stars that twinkle when I tinkle, while I wink at my neighbor’s dogs.
My door is secured by La Caixa and even keeps strangers out so they don’t rob me from my sleep-like dreams or steal the winter’s heat or breeze that slowly seeps out from [...]