Eric Andrew James


Scum Of The Storm - Poem by Eric Andrew James

The stomping feet on splashing puddles
Aqueous to the foul yearning
Of a dirty city storm
And I’m watching from the storm drain

The rush and hustle never stops
Umbrellas up, hushed black to the skies
They are getting out of the storm
And I’m watching from the storm drain

And I’m watching from the storm drain
Cell phones ringing never stops
The voices hurt with lashing tongues in the storm
And I’m watching from the storm drain

They are watching me now
Cell phones at their feet
Gluttonous to the watcher in the storm
And I’m watching from the storm drain

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010


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