Learning Curve, a poem.

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Personal Mysticism, PoetryTags:, , , , ,

I’ve seen people
wondering the streets.

A man, yelling it was the end
of the world.

I would not have noticed him
hadn’t he had a huge dong,
fully erect.

I met a good friend from
elementary school.

It was great to see him,
until he pulled out a .22 and
robbed me.

I wonder at times if I’m lucky or
cursed, if I’m walking blind
into streetlights.

I will not call my
nights
ugly.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.