Ode to The Bloggers

We are the human condition
We are the bloggers

We are the men in cheap suits
In bad haircuts too
Our skin pock-marked, bloodied up like a Bukowski yellow page
Teeth crooked, cracked, decaying, dying
We are the men in cheap suits
Eyes small and narrow, sunken deep in a cold hurt
But our lit pupils shine on a night
Dark alley inhabitants: hookers and hard luck men, beggars and busted hearts, Poets, Social Workers of the Soul

Bloggers, we are the human condition
We are The Square Corner as one, all lives tied to words, chained to a yellow verse or two