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fog
vacuous white
a spoiled crowd
come to all
a shoulder to
near naked shoulder
crunch
street lights bogeymen
painting the senses eerie
stymied traffic makers
this poet's head
not among them
gas and break their automobiles
along
common knives maneuvering the roads
like Ginsu's
slicing through the toughest meat
of the city
morning though disheveled smiles
gap toothed
as the ominous darkness slowly
backs away
from the fast approaching light
frowning the whole time like a furious
four year old
thinking, Ah, there goes that wonderful fog
'Clarity Of Literal Vision'
finds itself damned yet again
unbuckling a chuckle
I walk the irony of it all in my mind
to its grave..............
(Oct 8, 2015 928am)