by Jolie Blond
0511/04
Creepy;
his Boo Radley mind was sleepy.
The Mad Turk
had animated control issue quirks.
The Angry Haitian
had no elation.
The Russian
laid Los Angeles in one by one fashion.
The Gypsy
stayed bored, whored and tipsy.
The Midget Pimp
was a bark but no bite wimp.
The Dragon Lady
commerced with the shady.
The Arconians
cowered to gasholes, beer bums and Iranians.
Ranger Mike
avoids feeling pain's spike.
Gordon The Hollywood Anarchist
wouldn't of missed any of this.
The Ornamental
specialized in removing your dental.
Stir Fry and the Day Laborers
were misfits and misbehavers.
Motel Marqainsians
lived like refugee Romanians.
Amazing Grace,
couldn't stay in one place.
Betty The Bomb
couldn't keep herself calm.
The Stem Persons
were mindless urchins.
The Park People
stunk like dung beetles.
The Chicken Santa
delivered trash-salvaged manna.
Wrongway Lettner
drank himself out of the shelter.
My Homeless Attorney
has a long RV-dwelling journey.
Ant
couldn't, wouldn't and can't.
Gunrunner Mike
would sell you MY bike.
The New Black Dahlia
flipped out in an Impala.
Cabbage Patch
lived mean off her snatch.
Marie The Milk Crate Stealer
moved her street show to Wheeler.
Jarvisonian James
had too many names.
This is the gallery,
a smattering sample, incomplete,
of the beautiful losers
I met on the street.
Tags: gallery, poem, poetry, bums, lost, souls, spoken, word, beautiful, losers, homeless, street, los, angeles, art, arts, jarvis, creepy, The Mad Turk, The Angry Haitian, The Russian, gypsy, midget pimp, ranger Mike, Hollywood anarchist, day laborers, park people, trash-salvaged, dumpsterdivers
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