Accosted on the Way to Work, 8:32 am

…or the destitute

Joshua leaves

all his memories

at the bottom

of empty bottles…

You never forget

the words of

a hobo prophet

a junkie messiah

anointed in the

castoffs of the

world, spiced

by the ramvod

smell of

rotting teeth

No

you never forget

nevermind

that he’s mad

consumed by

a hunger

nothing

her can

now provide

“The world opens

and shopping

carts fall in, then

you

will know

the time of

garbage has

come, the

rise of

the refused!”

powerful words

even when

they mean

nothing

for a pittance

morewsdom

can be ha

for a bottle

of Trader Vic’s

an Apocolyptica’s

worth is yours

reasonable rates

Just remember

the given word

is your’s alone

for the destitute

Joshua leaves

all his memories

at the bottom

of empty bottles

Author: Jonathon

Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

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