POEM: Disjointed

on the brick block side of town
amid the valleys of alleys

where the junkies bunk for the night
beyond the sizzle of street lamp light

therein lies another world
a world of mind, not matter
if you tumble down that way
you’ll find no bright Mad Hatter

you’ll find the grim and grizzly
lick-lipped, dim-eyed and dizzy

oh, oh, oh, but with minds all aglow
tick, tock, like a clock in disjointed flow

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