Street Sweeper Poems: 157 / 500

The Laugh Of God

Rating: 3.4

the morning after heavy drinking
last night's liquor
straps me to my whirling bed
and makes me wear
a stethoscope
that was lying in a gutter
amidst all nervous traffic & bus stop conversation


the garbage truck always comes
crashing down the street
and the ice cream man always
stops outside my window
like the morbid punchline to
some divine joke

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Declan McHenry 18 March 2006

I like the imagery in this one. It's simple yet still quite powerfully expression particularly to those of us who have had a hangover or five.

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Wanda Swim Strunk 11 November 2005

Your dying amidst the bustling life outside. I like this one Hassler

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