Puss So Peace Is - Poem by Charles Monroe
puzzled skid row kids in blankets
play with string-less tennis racquets
Alleys seem comical; buildings phenomenal
empty abdominal tables with dominoes
sitting on street curbs; sunny and sweet herbs
everyone's feet hurts; kids writing free-verse
one, two, and three verse drunkies and dreamers
graffiti of mind readers the future in nine meters
ripped jeans and clipped wings bare feet and dope dealers
urine on wife beaters; why doesn't God need us?
puzzled in my Adidas; inspired by Nika
im in downtown with divas preparing my 'rimas'
while im about to read words on a microphone
theres kids out the window staring from skid row
i dedicate this to those skid row kids
with a puzzled look on their sun-burnt lips
God exists on moms and sis
we all hussle in the puzzle.
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