Willy the Rooster

Let’s workshop this poem about a vengeance-filled wino without a home

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Willy the Rooster

Wedged midday between
sidewalk and storefront, 
the wino—the one who, clockwork

as the freight-train horn, takes
asphalt swings at streetlamp 
shadows in midnight pain

(shouts caving to mumbles)—
hides his face under the mirrors
of a passing school girl.

This poem is unpublished

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