January 13th, 2006

[fades] browns and reds

Will work for iambs...

I stand, with sign, mayhap by god’s design,
Beside this asphalt, mass-transity rood
In vain imploring ‘pon your charity,
You deploring—my sign, ‘will work for food.’

Do not pass on, no laudinumist I,
Nor one who passeth vive en vino--
A writer, whose fair fortune fell to foul--
Brother, can you spare a moccachino?