Gutter Punk
by Vito del Valle
There's a kid asleep in the alley,
They could be an angel, could be a demon.
Smells like they could use a bath,
Spiked leather jacket and a Black Flag tee.
Gripping tightly an empty beer bottle,
Laying next to a puddle of puke.
Nose is dripping with snot,
Missing a combat boot.
Knuckle with a homemade "PUNX" tattoo.
A bruised face covered in piercing,
Can't hide their streetwise virtue.
Both angels and demons have wings.
Note: Off prompt. I saw Decline of Western Civilization 3 lasts night and was inspired to write this. Homeless street punks have it rough. Poem #115 for the year.
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