Asbo Poem by Leslie Philibert

Asbo



The beer cans are almost esoteric
Banging down the trash shaft,

As shoes slide over dog`s pavements;
Tunnels clatter with steel caps

And piss; an estate with no state.
Your simian face a wall against a

Growler, maybe I`m sorry for the sorry;
But my stomach hops with Angst.

Sunday, August 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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