Toss The Bones

Toss The Bones

The indigent trail of pup tents

The plastic pox on the face of asphalts

Down alley and the darkened

Beat all walk

Yellow brick roads, skid rows,

Littered with points

Tossing Bones, reading runes,

It screams nothing good

Becomes

This / Husk of the blinked

The zombie-fied existence

Unliving / the homeless

Dead, the heart is where

It shelters

Us all / belongings with heavy longing

Down the rabbit hole

Down alley and the darkened beat

We’re caught

Wide surprised eyes in headlights,

In the riptides of the streets

So often open

With the heat of its nights

They kill just to smoke a joint

W T F

A Graveyard of points.

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

I love it! I love the descriptive nature of the idea that maturates into a pretty good piece of writing. I will have to read more of your writing.