Bum on a Stoop in Paris with a Bald Head in the Rain
by Jerry Ratch
Bum on a Parisian stoop begging
with his big Jackson Pollack
bare head in the rain
The water running in streaks
all over his brain
Reminding him of a painting
he once thought of
Keep going, you're coming back
again. Get out of the car wreck
Unwrap yourself and your young girl
from that tree
Hide your bottles beside the road
Can you wake up
and hear the sirens now?
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Man, Jerry, you're really on to something here.
I hereby order you to spend the Rest of Your Life...
in Paris.
Fiat.
I like the whole thing, but the image in those first five lines is really vivid, and the beat of the language is perfect for it.
Thank you, thank you. But there's no oatmeal in Paris, so .... it's off to London!
Nice one Jerry. I've been slammed at work an neglecting Fictionaut. I can see this guy on a stoop, or under a Parisian bridge where I usually see these cats. They drink Algerian red in green bottles with milk bottle caps that won't go on once they're off. Hell, I write it up as Inspired by JR.