Vincent Tinto


Tighty Whitey Day - Poem by Vincent Tinto

Sitting alone
feeling stand offish
everyone here,
a clique or crew.

I am pale no color or tone
smell like urine and tide
surrounded by gear
just taking my cue.

The light comes in up high
blinding or inviting
should I stake my claim,
but Joe Boxer snarls my way.

I thought I might cry
though nothing exciting
nothing but shame
once again not my day

The week is at an end
The crew is all but gone,
though fruit is looming
with a new color and style.

Alone now, here comes the light again
you must be putting me on.
Nutty needs grooming
I tuck in nutty so nutty won't look vile


Comments about Tighty Whitey Day by Vincent Tinto

  • Rookie Roshni D'Souza (2/23/2009 12:19:00 PM)

    This one made me smile. A classic in its own right! (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2008


[Hata Bildir]