Friday, April 6, 2012

NaPoWriMo Day 6 The Drunk Rails

This seems like it could be expanded, especially if I get a copy of Eduardo Corral's poetry collection.

The drunken tirades
on the porch of Starbucks
turn our heads

he rails through
the poetry reading 
over to the west
just round the corner

we turn our heads away
from the feature
to make out the words
of the freakshow
a chorus to the culture on stage
reminding us
to contribute to the cause
and save what we can.

P.S. Is tirade a verb?  I need to look that up. 
P.P.S.  Okay, I looked it up.  Not a verb.  Revisions made.

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