![]() Downtown ShowdownA Poem by Tim LionHe gazed at me from across the busy street and yelled that he was the caretaker of the ancient bones of True Faith. I told him that I was a clairvoyant lizard whisperer and a temperamental alcoholic. He picked up some mud out of the gutter and smeared it on his shaggy face. I took a bite of my ham on rye, and walked on. I think it was obvious that we were both envious of one another. I picture the boundless freedom in his bloodshot eyes every time I pay my house note. © 2011 Tim LionReviews
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Added on February 9, 2011Last Updated on February 9, 2011 Author![]() Tim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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