I saw a man kick a cat yesterday.
It was a standoff. Booze-lidded eyes
attempting to focus on the savage greens
of the cat. Those green eyes were wary,
street-hardened, and penetrating.

Eventually the man crumpled
and sat on the shit-ridden grass
between the sidewalk and street.
His jacket torn and two sizes too large.
The cat held its gaze, as if to say

"Don't let life break you;
we all walk alone in quiet desperation."

05/14/2010

Posted on 05/14/2010
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