Romantic Junk

Poem By Robert Brendan

images of subways
strewn with graffiti
an old iron grate door
perched along a sidewalk
with a painted upraised
strip
inser homeless person here
negatives pasted onto
boxspring boards
made to appear as
fine
arts
degrees
of failure
angling upward
lustful of a grand urban
real and gritty portrait
of the artists
own desire
for dubious
credibility
to trade off against
their mallteen
ages.

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this i love. this is so beautiful. great visions. many thanks SaL


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