13 Apr 09
on the way home from Beal Street i had a depressing moment to myself when i looked down on the street floor and there were two peeps (from Easter) that had died from the heavy rain fall that happened earlier today… today their purpose in life had not been fulfilled… no, they did not please any child by letting themselves become sacrifices one body section part at a time… they were lost… by someone… who didn’t look back… and then left to drown in the blues by the rain. Poetry, people…poetry.
