KEITH BUCCELLATO


Desert Bum.

Hot summer night.
Like a dreaded bum in the Las Vegas sunlight.
Sits against the side of a wall.
All sunken in, Like an old rabbits hole.

Shirt dirty and faded with three big holes.
Reminds me of the way New Orleans was exposed.
Has one sneaker on, That is before prison.
Other foot has a flip flop on, Burning his skin.

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