On Sewers, poetry by Warren Alexander at Spillwords.com
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On Sewers

On Sewers

written by: Warren Alexander

 

My grandfather rotated his jokes
A guy killed himself in the gutter
He committed sewer-cide
He gave us a buck when we laughed
The sewer, the Venus fly trap
Of the city luring unsuspecting
Pink rubber balls into its dank maw
Its favorite food, Spaldeens
No matter what we played stickball
Punch ball, innocuous box ball
The games ended in a sewer
We tried with bent hanger and gum to
Retrieve from drowning what was lost
The odor scorned like unworthy foe
Yet the water never high enough
Our arms never long enough
The sewer victorious, always

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