Open Poetry #45 |
Homeless Threesome |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The homeless threesome sat in the park with their crackled voices and frantic legs moving to the drum of their voices. The three wood carved benches comforted their baggy jeans, their suitcases and shopping carts sitting next to them, raggedly worn like their uneven beards. An elder man sat in-between the two with a cigarette dangling from his mouth as the smoke coughed onto his blue/red jumpsuit. Speaking with a cackle, He wondered who could finish the Sunday crossword. The elder statesman, with a visibly faded tattoo on the right side of his neck. The right side of his bench sat his fidgeting friend, A pony tail resting behind his rampant voice, his jaw like a jigsaw, moving his head left to right, right to left, and his hands rifted through his magazine, and then he stopped. Got up, and started a conversation between the two men. A revolving conversation between the homeless threesome. |
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Inspired-8 Member
since 2008-04-14
Posts 311Pluto |
whether real or fiction your words make it real the description imagery and feelings amazing write. inspired8 |
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larzana Member
since 2009-09-17
Posts 55 |
I could picture it so vividely. Great job. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Happy you two enjoyed, take care. Tomer |
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