“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,”
he roars
oblivious to all around him
his careless verbal violence
frightens passersby
they cross streets
avert gazes
scurry
I see him everywhere
hair askew
disheveled
buying his privacy with anger
About Me
- jeffwenker
- I'm a writer and PR guy living on an island in Puget Sound. Born in Los Angeles on the same day California was admitted into the union (but not the same year), graduated from Berkeley with a degree in History (Russian), walked the earth, freelanced in San Francisco, wrote anything to survive, rode the tech boom and bust, now trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
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