POETFIRE TITO TITUS

An excerpt from the "I Can Still Smile Like Errol Flynn" publication, this is a piece about... When morning broke it shattered, not of its own volition. The evening before, I set it up, stacking pieces precariously, balancing neurons on memories, ganglia tenuously holding on, soaked in dank fissures of brain. When morning broke it shattered, acute shards of regret piercing my consciousness, hacking at hope like a vicious Samurai slicing away my best yens, like a Sumo sittin o

The doorman at the department store greets shoppers at the door, hopeful, craving approval, beaten down but coming back. A real job. Did he know this is where he would go? A woman, broom in hand, sweeps sidewalk waste to a pan, defeated, beaten senseless by life and dirty streets. Woman alone. Did she know this is where she would go? They were children once, teens with dreams, and now so old, lugging wisdom, submission in their eyes. What happened? Did she dream of sweeping s