Thursday, January 6, 2011


Twisted moon light reaches through branches
lighting a path to second chances
a cerebral storm battles with the soul
as a body battered has taken its tole

street lamps guide your every move
coaxing glances with something to prove
20 dollar bills to play the game
just not enough to buy your shame

stomach twisted with hunger and pain
searching dumpsters  just to sustain
 looking for a place to sleep through the day
every one knows the freaks emerge at night to play

 T.A.L Jr©

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