Homeless in Philadelphia

 

Sitting here

in this morning’s niche

I haven’t noticed

anybody noticing

me

except that secret-agent

sparrow on the sidewalk

spying again

~

Rawclyde

!

~

(Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016)

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Spitball Fury

    by Rawclyde!                                                                                                             ~

The small sphere

Hurls Ghost Face

Deeply into space

~

“Where did she go?”

He grits as the metal ball spins

Over Hong Kong

~

There’s so much space out here

His eyeballs

spin too

~

And his head flies off

Knocks around

Seeking a way out

~

His body goes thru a

Transformation

From weak to weaker

~

Slows down to such a degree that

His cantankerous head decides to sneak back onto

The top of his neck

~

Ghost Face secures it there

With a few pieces of duck tape

Leans on the stick

~

The spitball burps

farts &

Speeds forth

~

(Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016)