Saturday, April 6, 2019

Stolen Life of the Hungry Shoplifter

He was a self-educated
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
guardian angels,
lived until
by scooter,
an invisible
white paper plate
his grave marker
of choice.

Photo of Jackhammering Men by Joe Zlomek
If Only Chewing Asphalt Remedied Hunger

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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