Nat Z. Punx

Rookie (103164 / peoria illinois usa)

The House Of York - Poem by Nat Z. Punx

curbside court jester
chef of urban pussycat
bone collector
jeweler of carcass
the lynette fromme of arsonists
tagger of police stations
litmus test of conformity
first developer of the new south end
visionary of barfronts
beggar and philanthopist
eyesore of those of frail sensabilities
and house mouse pride

we search for him every spring
have you seen wille?
think he made it?
did he lock himself up this winter?
when i see him
i know summer's on it's way

trash tarp teepee tenament
he will pass in glory and pomp
lay in state
on the front page
of the peoria journal star
fade into generational obscurity
as certain as nickle mary
would turn you for a beer
as certain as the cane man
would strike any moving vehicle
within his stick's circumference

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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