Vincent Tinto


Tighty Whitey Day


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

Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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