He lived in his car

H’s vehicle
feet on non-slip cardboard
mind the flowering snow
PhD words killed, and saved the German comic girl
cementing tax
tie creeping courtroom
room plus rooms
brown man solicitor phoning sea miles into an Irish car park
private garbage roofed
His Works
no G no M is resting
so is on God
lying then

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3 Responses to He lived in his car

  1. Man, do I miss your experimentation poetic works. How are you my friend? Where have you been?

    Are you going to be posting more experimentation poems? I love this one a lot. 🙂

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