Chris the BumA Poem by Jesse N. WallThere you are. Sleeping in the bushes behind the cemetery on Santa Monica Boulevard. Life is hard. Your refrigerator box needs mending. Maybe a shave and a hair cut will mix better signals gotta, gotta get some booze in the system it's almost two. What's your name? here's mine. -time- is of the essence, Chris. how's your history what's your story you're boring? that's okay there's dick to do, we've got all day i'll buy you shoes. and by the way i dig your dumpster dance, the hustle is priceless. there's that smile! it's me. yeah. that's right. we've been locking eyes for over a week now here's five dollars. I don't care what you do with this. but if you'll tell me why, i'll make that five a ten -my friend. so tell me... really. and for eight years now. well that isn't interesting at all. why don't you just get a job? "This is my f*****g job you f*****g c**k sucker!!!" well said. here's that five take care. © jnw © 2011 Jesse N. Wall
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Added on March 18, 2011Last Updated on March 18, 2011 AuthorJesse N. WallLos Angeles, CAAboutI'm hoping WC is about real connections between writers. Expanding one's readership is a big part of being a writer, but it's less important than an active role with the right group of people. (.. more..Writing
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