Thursday, March 23, 2006

Ditch Litter

He lies
whiskey-whipped,
passed-out free
from hygiene’s vestments.
Burger King and Coke cans
cling to his ditch frame
like litter-on-a-stick.
Ticks feast
on rot-gut bounty,
an old dog sniffs away
from worse luck than his.
Heartbeat and habit,
his worldly goods,
sleep
child of God,
sleep.

17 comments:

Aurora said...

One of your best, powerful ending, Pat.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Yeah Pat! The compasion here was really moving. We were able to overcome being strongly repelled with such a powerful ending. Definately one of your best,Great Work Pat!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

sounds like one of my mornings in law school - :)

Masago said...

Some vivid language here Pat...and I get a kick out of Andrew's comment. :-)

Carol said...

Beautiful.
These poems flow so naturally from you. I struggle so hard for the words.

Borut said...

It is so, and this is IT…

Cocaine Jesus said...

excellent. think i'll give up.

David Herrle said...

one of your best indeed, Pat.

Eric said...

your consistent genius of vision astounds me :)

whitney said...

wow...
that's all i've got.

polona said...

great!

steve said...

great compassion...like this one a lot

Poetry by Kai said...

hi,i like your poems....
they are very upbeat!

ada said...

hey Pat
amazing..

thanks for dropping by =PPPP

Nick Zegarac said...

Very powerful piece, Pat. One of your best.

Pat Paulk said...

Thank you all for coming by, reading and commenting. It's greatly appreciated!

anu said...

Such beauty in being a ditch litter.