Tuesday 5 May 2015

1 Poem by Keith Wesley Combs


walking thru busy streets
parks, shopping malls
checking out all the pretty girls
like a dirty old bastard
undressing them with my eyes
thinking back on happier
more wild times
when I had a chance
when I could make my move
when this grey hair and wrinkles
didn't mar my face
and I could be noticed
in a world where I have
become invisible.


Keith Wesley Combs is a union painter living in Kennewick, Washington who writes poetry and short stories. He has appeared in Main Street Rag, Pearl, Struggle, Atlantic Pacific Press and many more.

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