Pissy Refrigerator Truck
Spikes of frozen hopelessness permeated
trotting around empty crosswalks surrounded
wrappers crawling along human legs
loose change not falling
wheelchairs wider than doorways
big men cheer while fixing noise systems
lights, maybe, lights reflecting mean walkers
peaceful phone call undone, lost despairs.
American Culture, Depression, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by clinock on May 15, 2013 - 11:52 pm
Another beauty Carl…
#2 by Carl on May 26, 2013 - 10:07 am
Thank you, John. I appreciate your comment.
#3 by Carl D'Agostino on May 16, 2013 - 3:26 pm
If the freezer generator quits, ice trucks do get pissy.
#4 by Carl on May 26, 2013 - 10:07 am
Have you experienced this, Carl?