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_Two-Quarters
by : gadiv
device : five unrhymed lines per stanza, meter 6
describe : Two-Quarters is a homeless guy in Richmond that I used to see here and there, and he very specifically asked for just two quarters. I only talked with him a little, but I imagine him to be a very vivid and lively ... folk hero of awesome proportions. He saves children from burning buildings. He can bench press a park bench and then sleep on it. He sucker-punched a nun one time after telling her "Hay, pass this on to God for me." He is concentrated awesome. And, imagine, he's a paranoid schizophrenic. Somehow, he's got it totally figured out, too. Every "it" there ever was.

There are brains in the trains
In the blood in the feet
In the skin on the bones
That don't know where they is
But they knows where to goes

Like a lost translation
Wig'lin' in the earhole
Sweet like a cavity
Only moments ago
And here it comes againly

'e's got bass in his chest
Naught but knots in his guts
Clappin' hands to his beat
Hollerin' mad coughin'
Need change for sumpin' eat

Plink plink in the pocket
He needs like a needle
Sidewalk walks tappin' veins
Arteries clogged wit' folks
What know nowheres to goes

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