The Weirdo of La Calle. By Gwil James Thomas

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.”