Going to Who Knows Where
Memoirs of an Eccentric Man
Going to Who Knows Where
A morning walk, down busy streets
People bumping into one another
I make my way down subway steps
Into a tomb that feels of death.
The smell of smog
Pungent and thick
The street is alive down this darkened hole.
A horn player blowing his wares
Slightly flat…
But you can recognize the tune.
In a corner a condom from a moments desire
Hangs out for all to see
Smells of piss and dirty people
A stench that fills the air
While life goes on…
And we carry on,
Going to who knows where.
Antony King 2019
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Antony King
Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com
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