OVER-PASS
As he lay beneath the over-pass on his cardboard box
he wondered at the cars overhead and
where they were going.
He sucked on his plastic pipe
smoking luxuriously at the methylated tax
that came from it.
He gauged that it could take
a lot more than he could do
to make it better now.
B
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 