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 AuthorTim 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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