A Casket on Bliss Ave.A Poem by A.J.I saw a homeless man on Bliss Avenue today, just past a hooker named ‘chastity’, or something clever He was taking shelter from the rain in a casket leaned against a dumpster by the breadstore I couldn’t help but stop and stare, as if holding the hand of Irony while she whispered curses that most -would call promises I found it sadly humorous to see how well he fit in that coffin- as if were built just for him And the saddest part of it is that box of his is probably the nicest thing he has ever owned Maybe he had a life once, maybe a wife and kids " those things most live for Maybe he had been a soldier, preacher, or a big Suit man But now he just stares at the ground, counting the toes he could see through the holes in his shoes As I walked away I said “Id give you some change but change aint worth a damn anyways.” I thought to myself well, I guess he has a home after all, as fine as any can expect in the end. Maybe that old man was just playing it well prepared © 2013 A.J.Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 16, 2013 Last Updated on July 16, 2013 AuthorA.J.Ft. Gibson, OKAboutMy pen name is AJ. As far as writing, I enjoy finding the beauty, the tragedy, the strength and the reality of everything, right down to smallest, seemingly most insignificant details. The world as I .. more..Writing
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