A Confession, I Bought Good Poetry Poem by Chuy Amante

Yep, I am guilty,
go ahead and hang me,
I bought poetry last night,
on the street.
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Sitting waiting for my veggies
on flour tortilla,
approached I was by a man,
full of sweet-smelling Sangria.

He was polite
and very unique,
I wanted to hear,
and more I did seek!

He started reciting verse,
directly from heaven,
so angelically pure,
my surroundings it did deafen.

I touched him,
held his shoulder,
closed my eyes
as he got bolder!

My soul he did rock
and then even more,
my heart took off,
it really began to soar!

Larry Rogers the best darn poet,
if the world heard him,
they would instantly know it!

Homeless he was
and donations were his pleas,
Oh Larry Rogers, my soul last night,
you did overwhelmingly sublimely please!

What was the true value
of his grand gift of verse?
Who can say?
But I love that man and gladly
emptied my whole money purse!