Beatific Misfits

Nerds in clothes which suit them

Hoods don leather and chains

Babes with roots and mohair boots

graffiti, tattoos and half-baked brains

Toddlers in second hand strollers

boys with exposed bods

rollerbladers meet skateboarders

passed out junkie on the sidewalk, nods

yes, the East Village appeals to me

the mysteries I might not know

perhaps it’s a rhythm one cannot hear,

a harmony that seamlessly flows

5 thoughts on “Beatific Misfits

  1. Tom Froehlich

    Entertaining Robert, but I far prefer your dialogue. However it’s great to step outside and stretch yourself on occasion.

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  2. Shari

    I disagree with Tom, and feel like these images are powerful and I like the energy of the poem. The only part that felt off a little for me was the last four lines. The offbeat energy of the setup fell away and it suddenly switches tone as a result. Just keep working at your poetry Robert. You are so talented and poems are ever-changing.

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  3. Tutu Ubuntu

    although we have seen these people you have compelling imagery developed here to portray them in a unique and refreshing way. the last four lines could use some development.

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  4. david

    cold blue steel out of money… one eye for the beat police.. sweet fire calling you… you can’t deny it…

    White Lily

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