Friday, August 19, 2011

A Handsome Man

At night,
when I walk
down the streets of Los Angeles,
I avoid eye contact
and trouble.

a man came walking in the 
the opposite direction.

tattoos covered his face,
like evil clown's

Tattoos telling me
I need to know about who he is,
and where he has been.

He tells me,
I am a handsome man.

With no time to reflect on the statement
I thank him..

When another man can kill you,
you don't argue.

I continue down the street a little quicker.
I was never good with compliments.


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