for my grit and grime series
Improbability to be
Cast aside like this
Invincibility filling
The inner city scene
Never expecting this
Unexpected flash of
Purple to bring an
Unlikely smile
To my face because
This is grungy and
Gross, isn’t it?
A purple condom,
Used and left behind
Had somehow managed
To fold itself into a heart
Irony: not love at all
this “love” left behind
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during August 2010
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