Jon Edward Walker
Not Michael Jackson - Poem by Jon Edward Walker
The famous bums in this town
are passing on without proper replacements
Tommy the leprechaun
who would grant random strangers three wishes
if they answered “fantasmagorical”
to the question of how they were doing.
Old Red the preacher who preached
and shouted nonsense on the corner for
23 years too is gone.
preceded in death by his two spouses
and three children
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