sisyphus' son (or the pebble not quite a boulder)

magazine glory doll
with the new york
wall street clown
take a chance and think
stop and drink in your surroundings
see the talent boy
with the hip hop vibes
the uptown girl
with the drugstore style
the aristocrat panhandler
dealing in flesh
the trailer park heartthrob
with pecs to check
your mate
midwestern prom queen
with dreams to be a mother
and a brother in the army
wanting to be back home
the drifter who roams
from place to place
seeing face to face
eye to eye
and smoking the weed that’s laced
seeing the colors never known
don’t forget the weepy poet
sitting at a table
in the coffeehouse
with nothing to do but write
about what he’s not
who he’s never met
and what he’ll never see
but he’ll be writing
when you’re all dying
its the only way
he knows how to be