tom, get out of the road, man.
noontime drunk and a shiny golden coin.
tom has meandered into the road in some cockeyed
act of defiance against the flow of commerce.
you can tell by watching him, that he's not sure of what he's doing.
a heavy cold snow sheet cracks and slides off the roof
ensnaring some wires.
pigeon milk collects in a
measuring cup.
tom and golden coin
pierce their ears with a safety pin
at the soup kitchen.
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