A poem I wrote about some guy babbling in the street one day.
In Shambles
Driving Nails
As his Rambles
Evolve to wails.
Another urban cutter
Smoke stack Divine
Laying in the Gutter
Where quarters shine.
Beats the phone:
Whats the Cost?
Dreams eat alone
All contact lost.
Outstretched Hands,
Blank stare confusion.
Leftover strands
Of minds intrusion.
Crystals force
Has given strife,
All this Remorse;
His Broken Life.
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