stain thief, donned
a burlap replacement
for his receding toupee.
He experienced
an awakening
of the corkscrew
& became a human
butter bean.
He went silent
on holidays
when that do-it-all
paid him
no visit.
He tiptoed
around sidewalk jackhammers
& tickled the feet
of nameless beds
every night.
But he had
prosperous
guardian angels,
lived until
death
by scooter,
an invisible
white paper plate
his grave marker
of choice.
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Here is the prompt for Day Five of the April PAD Challenge (copied from Writer's Digest):
For today’s prompt, write a stolen poem. And no, don’t steal anyone’s poem! But you can write about doing such a thing. Or stealing hearts, stealing time, stealing minds. Or steeling your mind (remember: I don’t care if you play on my original prompt). Steal away into a comfortable place to write and break some lines today.
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