The Art of Tetman Callis Poems hermes psychopompos

hermes psychopompos

standing on the corner
cigarette in my hand

a man shuffles by, walking with a limp
he chuckles and grins
looking straight ahead he says, you understand?

he passes and i see something written in black ink
in a spidery hand on the back of his dirty camel-hair jacket

i can’t make out what it says
it’s written in paragraphs
properly indented
he chuckles again, crossing the street against the light
a horn honks and tires screech

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