wonderpoint | Poem

 
Wandering Off The Point

eating diamonds
prostitute waking day
he's thinking bout his 40 hrs.
her bout 401k
city an ocean of people
waves rollin up to my door
chickens scratch the dirt
nails dragged cross my floor
I'm wandering off the point
I'm slack and raggy eye
don't put me on no jury
I can't choose
just point and sigh
pretty people
short suits and rolled collars
shifty sands
fast times and blues holler
I'm wandering off the point
it don't matter any more

- Ken Peters

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