sweeper
“Anything you rub long enough becomes beautiful.”
- Jim Opinsky
sweeper- you blend
into the bricks
cracks you claw
left right
left overs
quick pleasures
consumption
a collage
watching
your tool,
never your face
straw stubble scrapes
like nasal congestion
package the
poison, poison
your pasture
plebians, peons
assholes, aristocrats
rubes, misers
grandfathers, toddlers
perverts, mothers
the clientele
privy to all
this pageant, these masters
lips whisper
to a child
mi amore
fingers steady
a lover’s waist
on a Saturday night
One, two, Three, four
One, two, Three, four
bY: Mr Harris
