Todays Poem:

a man who had fallen among thieves
lay by the roadside on his back
dressed in fifteenth rate ideas

wearing a round jeer for a hat
fate per a somewhat more than less
emancipated evening

had in return for consciousness
endowed him with a changeless grin
whereon a dozen staunch and Meal
citizens did graze at pause

then fired by hypercivic zeal
sought newer pastures or because swaddled
with a frozen brookof pinkest vomit out of eyes
which noticed nobody he looked

as if he did not care to rise
one hand did nothing on the vest
its wide
flung friend clenched weakly dirt

while the mute trouserfly confessed
a button solemnly inert.
Brushing from whom the stiffened puke
i put him all into my arms

and staggered banged with terror through
a million billion trillion stars