At Least Was Less - GrasshopperA Poem by jinjahmanfor a tramp I knew growing up around where I Iived; we called him Grasshopper. hair like bob marley, demeanour and look that of a Jesus figure.
Tramp
carrying log, long; on dry day through wet night. sticks of dreadlocked hair pelting camped on the lane near the track's sleeper beams. now what cracks? It's his life or at least, was less it seems! This triumph of disaster: who said that a pessimistic optometrist needed glasses? bleeding hearts, thats who! spilling the beans and soiling the sheets. His fate blowing his boat onto the tramp trodden shipping lane of s**t! inescapable, yes fateful He knows. I knew that his experience was forward compatible with this poem for dispatch on a dry night (though eye not dry) in the future lane.. the vast net of bugs unexplained outside a town near you.
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