off he rolls,
a solitary soul,
sack tethered to a stick,
a steady stepper,
not born
quick
roll draws to deeper
breath for a toke
and lengthy
rest,
lost in abyss not
bound by
death,
but he’ll never tell,
and well, i see it in goofy
grin on same face
grim rains
fell,
it’s like he’s in on some
joke i’ll never
know,
like he tastes the nectar
from a peach i’ll
never grow,
who really knows
a solitary
soul?
..when
off he rolls.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en
image: Mahfuzur Rahman at – https://www.artmajeur.com/en/mahfuz/artworks/12972263/the-lonely-drifter
…and rolls.
