Shovel

A dreary, foggy late night...homeward bound...

SHOVEL
A Poem by Bix12





Pouring down rain,

Cold growz da mold,

Dank, fetid blank.

Tha dogged fogz rank,

Tenacious..tho haggard, a

Caked-on hooker galumphes,

Then

Sprawlz...

Dull thud,

<sigh>

Sez I...

scope it.

hmmmm....

twaz a trance, rancid,

Wut sank her...

Then,

A ragged wheeze...

Slithering,

Thru the flatiron treez..

Chatted snatch'z bore on breezes,

But moldy now, musky dry wheeze,

Geezerz.

Yeah, I seez'm.

Staggerin', yeahhh....

Out of the haze..

Lurchin',

Punch drunk slo mo slam dance

The ol' wet dog wanker goze hazier,

Reeks float on greezed lazy air,

I go crazier...

in.