Lived at the top
of the street -
his hair was wild
like an animal’s -
maybe that’s how
he’d befriended
the alley cats
that’d follow him
down the street -
he carried a pen
and a little
black book
in his back pocket,
he was frequently
seen in the bar,
or by the dumpsters
going through
unwanted paintings
and broken furniture -
a few months ago
he was caught
skinny dipping
with some girl -
having climbed
the fence
to the pool of
the nice flats
down the street -
he always
seemed to have
some fresh wound
or bandage on him too -
God knows what
he did? Or where
else he went?
Someone said
that he wrote
poems too -
but of course
you can’t believe
everything that
they say.
“Gwil James Thomas is a novelist, poet and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. He is a Best of The Net nominee whose written work can be found widely in print and online. His latest poetry chapbook Writing Beer, Drinking Poetry is forthcoming from Concrete Meat Press. He is currently laying low somewhere in Northern Spain.”
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