crust
man in the glass crust
walks up to the bin on the street and rummages
l0am traffic and oblivious
vitreous and dirty and open
no one builds a nest for him,
him in his stained denims
and glass crust
and vitreous ways walks the sidewalk alone
probably fought until it got over him?
maybe still fighting?
maybe victorious already
but then again, we all figure
you never really get over the big punches
the glass crust