Saturday, January 19, 2008

...gLaMoRoUs...


hard at work
ever so glamorous
worn out & broke - down

persistent

relentlessly on the beat
a street~worker
or
do the streets work her
how did she get to this place
chance...fate
the false thread of appeal
fast…
easy…


…and then comes the remedy
a substance to change her mood
with a new found sense of comfort
…she can go on
hard at work and still


…glamorous

2 comments:

isabella mori said...

just putting together my part of the progressive dinner ... once again, want to tell you how much i like this poem - and it's the first time i heard the music, i like it, too!

Leanderthal, Lighthouse Keeper said...

A moving poem, and love the music.