Visions of Men

August 8, 2010

posted & written by Caroline Picard

Visions of Men

The bench with two old dudes: one unrolls a spool of copper wire letting it snarl in the lap of his companion. Under the sharp August sun, the shadows of all things are strict, hard lines.

Without teeth, (the consequent collapsed mouth)

Walks up a lazy boy bike. Blue, he gums his lips,

Hallo there that’s a rolling rock.

Or the one who looks like a sad clown, overdone walks away from a running motor cycle

The intersection is strewn with balls of gum pressed flat a constellation of spit

VS. the burnt red dude with shaky hands

the clean man smoothing cement

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