N.Y. BUMS, a poem written by James Marchiori at Spillwords.com



written by: James Marchiori



A day out or in,

abroad, indoor in consequence.

How long will we stay?

Often we leave.

Outdoor in the middle of the day,

thinking of a full madness imaginary

on how it could be.

We leave for an overdose of beauty,

for a chalkboard filled up of words

we always thought,

but we have never been

frank enough to tell.

A day in beauty,

a day abroad.

A day in overdosing freedom.

A day you feel free to be the bum,

you’ve always wanted to be. 

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