the ideas and the voices echoing in chests and heads label those the eyes profile by sizing up we see typing by appearances even if the tongue doesn't say the pejoratives taking a walk to the corner store a woman is lying face down on the street next to a grocery cart full of boxes, broken dolls, and stained rags the head chatters a bag-lady with broken-brain, drunk, street bum homeless parasite, the pedestrians frown, and walk by saying to themselves she's the drain on society the bum the druggy the homeless parasite labels popping out above their heads like speech-bubbles the lady whimpers more selfexcusing speech-balloons but she's from that side of the tracks just look at the shade I bet she's strung out on meth I can't do a thing I don't have coin going to a meeting she's just a conniving decoy balloons gas-filled floating above the heads labeling them microscopic 3.6 7/5 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
Puny Vision
06
May