juno

bloused camo pants
black spit shined birkenstocks
torn led zeppelin t-shirt
adorn a once virile body . . .
wasted by alcohol

drug addled mind
inside a greying ponytail
from 1972
new mexico hippie commune . . .
by the sacred mountain

walking through 
silent city streets
reciting 
Proust
Baudelaire
Burroughs
Kerouac
Frost
verses and cantos
keep him alive . . . 
insane

a lone sparrow
juno 
searches for crumbs
in a darkened alley


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