Newpaper smeared on my face
over and over, to get the right
five o’clock shadow
a ripped gray sweatshirt
hair up and sprayed, for just
the right wrong look
torn jeans, a bandana
my costume, or the general idea
for many a year, a hobo
prowling the neighborhood,
on All Hollow’s Eve
October 31, 2006 22:25
(Raymond A. Foss)
More Poetry from Raymond A. Foss:
- Sow Peace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Live Peaceably (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Hearing their whispers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Hearing the martyrs, the heroes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Awkward Seasons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Listening to their grief (Raymond A. Foss Poem)